I could really get in to living on my own. I possibly might try it for a living. It's 100% stress free, on account of no one is breathing down your neck to do chores or clean something up or accomplish anything at all. Take yesterday, for example- I spent way more time then anyone ever should on a crossword puzzle, esspeically a puzzle of the "Super Fun 'n Easy" variety. I laid down in the hammok, while simotaneously beginning another crossword, and ate a cliff bar for lunch. Nobody asked "That's all your eating for lunch? There's some vegetables in the fridge. I'm making a salad, and then maybe I'll go work out and lift weights or run 10 miles and then complete an abs routine. Then I'll probably cancel all the sugar and fatty foods from my diet and eat nothing but herbs and ice water. Ice water burns calories, you know." Nobody whined about how there were dishes left out. I hate a mess of dishes as much as the next person- that's why, eventually, I'll get around to cleaning them up. And today? I scattered a mess of song chords all over the floor and left three guitars and a music stand out in the back room. And I STILL haven't cleaned them up! I also cooked shrimp and pasta without anyone reminding me that the shrimp was for spagetti sauce sometime and probably shouldn't have been halfway emptied and then refrozen. Which I did, in fact, and nothing has exploded. And I also emptied some icecream on to a cutting board and made a mess with grahm crackers and chocolate chips and blueberries. It was completely awesome and rewarding, and I'll probably do it again next time. That is, unless mother and father read this post, in which case there probably won't be a next time.