The stench of restlessness harasses my otherwise leisurely summer. Coupled with the burden of unemployment and school, both refusing to free me from their steely grip, I have a strong feeling that this year's vacation isn't going to pass as sedated as the previous two. On the contrary, aside from the past week, which I have tackled with snail-like resolve, the following months are sure to be a mad flurry of last-minuteness and head banging frustration. Of course, after I prophesy the ensuing days to be such a maelstrom of events, a hopeful panacea has been devised by my pioneering mind, which I will be carrying out beginning this very moment.

Curious? Need a similarly ingenious solution yourself?

Here's mine: SLEEP ON IT

Wait, you say, isn't that for babies or old people? Well, why do you think they always look so RELAXED?


*Disclamer: Any references in this post are not a result of stereotype, but entirely coincidental and unintentional. (OK, maybe not unintentional)