I want to curl at my bed’s headrest and work in my pajamas and eat Chinese out of a brown bag while being half distracted by my girlfriend’s texts. I want to wake up late in the afternoons with a mild hangover and do some stretching before going to see my artist friends in a café and wait for an inspiration to hit my balls so I could be free by the early evening to attend all the book club invites. I am aware that if I did that for a month, I will be either depressed, unemplo