In the following days, I finally got to enjoy a proper shut-in's leisurely holiday, just like a true homebody should.
No need to think about anything, no need to do anything, no need to worry about Terminators suddenly jumping out to wipe out humans on the street, no need to fear Skytopians falling from the sky, no need to fret about asteroids from outer space that might require you to wear your underwear outside your pants—they'd even let the urban management uncle deal with bootleggers next door, so I didn't have to lift a finger. I was completely free from worrying about doomsday, just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, casually strolling out to watch some Little Lolis or sunbathe with the Queen, dragging the nerdy kid's mom for some shopping or being dragged by my high-energy girlfriend, and even when sunbathing at home, I'd have fun teasing God and helping our home Angel fluff her feathers...
This is life!
