2017-07-07 - Intelligence


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July 7, 2017 - News Post

Today I discovered I had four rare and magical hours all to myself. My wife was out, the comic was done, and the day job had just ended. I had few responsibilities that were pressing, and none that could be accomplished in a mere four hours.

So what did I do with this precious time?

Did I go to that restaurant my wife never lets me visit? Did I play one of the dozen games I purchased during the recent steam sale? Did I put effort into some inane comic-related writings?

Nope. I voluntarily wasted the entire time, every last second, on doing chores.

I mowed the lawn, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed, did laundry, picked up dog toys, and sorted papers. When I got hungry, I made myself leftovers and got creative with the rice. The worst part is: I enjoyed myself. Not a little bit, but a lot.

I feel like an adult, and it's disgusting. I thought I hated cleaning. What is wrong with me? When did I get to be so responsible? Is this going to wear off?

The whole experience was earth-shattering, and I truly hope none of you ever have to experience anything so horrific. If you do, don't despair. I'm here for you. Shoot me a message and we'll work though this together. I could use the help when scrubbing the bathroom.