not a bum's life

Though I suspect that I would perform well as a bum, I'm afraid that I've been conditioned otherwise.

I slept in again today, ate some breakfast, checked out the olympics -- but I got up too late; only the soap operas were on (but I didn't check them out... well, only for a minute to laugh at them), went for a little exercise, took a shower, made some calls, put on a little mascara, and went to the grocery.

Unfortunately, my grocery shopping was extremely efficient. I guess I finally lived here long enough to know which isles my food is on. The trip, complete with traveling time, took 1/2 hour. No good! I blow-dried my hair and put on mascara! Sheesh, that little effort deserves at least an hour of viewing. The public should have a chance to appreciate my well-groomed appearance, and 20 minutes just won't cut it.

I guess grooming doesn't really fall under the bum category. I thought all the unscheduled time would make me a temporary bum, but if I'm grooming... see? I'm just not cut out to be a bum. Or maybe I should be a sophisticated bum. Does that exist? I eventually get up and eventually look nice, but only so that I can watch ten year old re-runs of ER. I think I could make that a category.

Well, whatever I now am, I am trying to appreciate, because soon I will be a hard-working poor person with half of my income going to taxes and the other half to rent. I'll probably have to find a fifth job to even be able to make 30 minute grocery trips, and then I'll have no more than 20 minutes to make them.