New Years Disillusion

So there I was. Sitting there. I wasn't doing anything that day, really, just lounging around. I was wearing my favorite sweatpants, because it was cold in the house, even with the heat on; I have bad windows, but they're too expensive to replace. So there I was in my sweatpants and bathrobe, chillin'--literally--on the couch, trying to figure if I wanted play Xbox or watch an episode or two of Friends. A day just like a million, it seemed, that I'd had before. A perfectly boring, ordinary afternoon, clouds hanging low outside my loft, not a damn thing to do or any desire to do it, just sitting there dumb as a post. And then it hit me: Today was Friday, January 5th! I had only 360 more days until I could celebrate the anniversary of another wasted year. I tightened the tie on my robe, picked up the Xbox controller, looked out the window and sighed. Saturday just didn't feel like a treat anymore.