i sit on my ass all day and don't really try to look busy. i play with iTunes, check my email, read the news, dream... dream, dream. when i get home a few minutes after five, i'm wiped out. done. ready for bed. i take my shoes off. peel my socks and take a good whiff. curl my sticky toes into the hardwood floor, then flop on to the bed. the next thing i know— the day, the evening and any semblance of the night are gone. i close my eyes, babble the same things to god under my breath—fading into my secret spot, quietly resting to begin again.