in re: Somebody named Dennis

I just love people like my old bookSnore pal, Dennis.

I meant to link to his January 11th post, "Change of Habit"--hope I did. The first sentence of his second paragraph? That's me. The rest of the post? Dennis to a T: self-disciplined, able to find hedonistic pleasure in the most dubious of "indulgences" (carob syrup?! come on, Dennisio!), and exuding what is commonly called a "zest for life," but is really a rare gift I would give my left arm to have. But not my right. That one I need for eyebrow-plucking and mouse-clicking.

Dennis is, basically, that guy you hoped you'd become by reading the Tao te Ching, Bhagavad Gita, and Emotional Intelligence, until you went back to your regular diet of E!Online and whatever pops up looking titillating: full of wisdom, aware of his place in the universe, possessed of enough restraint to order the granola cookie for an afternoon snack at Flying Star instead of chocolate cream pie, yet humble enough to work at a demeaning bookstore for a year so as to enlighten others, like me.

Again, I digress. I just wanted to respond to his post with a synopsis of my day. Woke up at 5:45, snoozed until 6:45, ate a frosted strawberry Pop Tart (they're left over from our White Trash New Year's Eve party, it would be wasteful not to eat them), nudged a few dozen teenagers closer to complete apathy with my half-assed teaching attempts, ate a similarly crappy lunch....am now waiting for Ben to drive up so I can scamper into the kitchen and submerge my arms into dishwater so he'll think I've been slaving away since I got home.

It's almost Friday! Yay!

Any suggestions for how to give structure and meaning to my week now that there aren't any Apprentices on?