Stand still
This time
Close the door
For a moment you are mine

A free day, finally. I can get lazy, lean back, get comfy in my leather armchair, listen to Morcheeba and generally laze about for a bit.

I can also think about certain things. Like would a guy miles and miles and miles away suggest doing the horizontal tango and mean it? If yes, it might result in a summer vacation spent abroad.

But these things can wait, because really, it's my free day and I have already done my patriotic duty and have voted and now I'm just sitting about doing lazy stuff.

Oh and I have already washed my hair too and now it smells like bergamot and apples. Still smells faintly like the perm water, but it's not a bad smell at all. Also, I think my hair is really short this time. But I like it. Suits me just fine.

So it's just jazz (ok, maybe trip-hop), my comfy chair, the scent of bergamot and apples and random thoughts. Rawrrr. Lazyness has its time and place... but it rocks.