Time Well Spent

[The cover sheet for Angry Editor's research paper, analyzing how he spends his time for a "Leisure in Your Life" class]

I never really realized how much I work until I catalogued the hours of my day for a week’s time.

According to the results, I stay at the newspaper way past the time I need to, just so I can play baseball with a water cooler. I also spend countless hours going on pizza runs, but it’s all part of my job as the Chrony’s biotch... ahem... intern. Plus, the coolest girl I know, Not Mormon Editor, works at the Chrony, so I stay late in a desperate attempt of having some of her coolness rub off on me.

Even after work, I spend even more time riding “intern” on the back of my “partner,” Drunk Editor’s bike. Between the late-night bike rides and the early morning bench-pressing of 10 pounds, my life is pretty much one hectic thing after another. That is partially because and partially why I eat so much baconnaise—I need the energy for both of the aforementioned activities.

But despite all that, I find leisure by sleeping on the Chrony’s lice-infested couch. And that, dear professor, is the best kind of sleep there is.

Yours truly,

Angry Editor