Vacation

Vacation?
Vacation is just some fancy Ivy league word for a state of perpetual hangover; a life put through a holiday centrifuge so as to extract all semblence of Responsibility. Vacation is when your no-good hippie boss informs you that while he has no prospects for work in the foreseeable future, on the up-shot, he did just download a Dead concert. During fits of Vacation, the urge to be Productive is an everyday struggle, like a beast trying to find its sustenance in the jungle. How much time spent downloading music is unhealthy? Does t-shirt design count as "a Job"? Vacation means Chinese food for breakfast, and that is the Greatest of Things. It means waking up around noon like a neglected car, sputtering and likely to sink back into a state of torpor several times before getting any traction on the day. Why stray from the towel and bathrobe combo? Don't change horses midstream says Pa. One really must have juice to start any day, OJ is high octane, but even Gatorade can serve as a starter fluid. "Mornings" are spent in search of juice. Thank God that Jade Garden has orange slices. The trusty cardigan will get you through any venture into the Real World, what with its many life-giving pockets that still hold your Powers -wallet, cellphone, keys- from yesterday, which was the same as today and inevitably similar to tomorrow. Thus is Vacation, and soon it will hit New Years like a booster pad. Who knows what Madnesses lay in wait.