I'm sitting in the wrong place
What's this? This free time of which people speak? It does exist, and I've stumbled into some.
I should be sitting in a cafe chair discussing something important or laughing about something trivial, but here I am, on the couch (my office).
Jenna (my partner in ad agency crime) tried to drag me out into the real world for lunch, but I've been more successful thinking about the free time than I have been utilizing it. I need to get off my butt, but the whole concept of fresh air Monday through Friday is foreign to me.
Speaking of butts, quite the smoker in the above photo, huh?