Wake up at noon. The mind fails to comply with the body. Or was it the vice? Go back to sleep.

Wake up at two. Stretch, yawn, decide it's too comfortable to ruin it with pants.

Wake up at four. Stretch, yawn, close eyes and try to pick up where the dream left off.

Five after four. Fail at recalling dream. Reluctantly rise.

Shower, smile, joke with my friends, brush teeth, acquire pants.

Decide pants are for losers, acquire pajamas.

Twelve seconds later, someone decides to actually go somewhere. I'll join them, why not. Acquire pants again, whilst grumbling.

Adventure. Laugh. Smile, make a lewd comment about someone. Laugh again, remind myself to do something nice for them later to make up for it.

Come home, make something entirely unnecessary to eat. Eat too much. Become lethargic.

Enjoy it.

Contemplate getting rid of pants again.

Go to a meeting, or work, or some such thing, probably. Have fun, or don't.

Come home, let out a sigh of relief, and play. Play at the pub, at the House, or even at home. Just play.

Four. Everyone else has gone to bed. Sigh, and pick up a good book, or something worth thinking about.

Think too much.

Five. Meditate on life, love, and the universe at large.

Five after five. Nuts to that, keep reading or start stumbling.

Six. Have some interesting revelation, or even just find a new way to word an old thought. Write it down. Smile, laugh.

Sleep, perchance to dream.

Rinse.

Repeat.