If you woke up each morning, and immediately dwelt on your ills, what sort of a day could you look forward to?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My perfect day is constantly changing. Right now, it would be to lie around in a hammock reading with a portable phone and a table of food next to it. I would spend all day there. And that's all that I can possibly come up with on the spur of the moment.
A perfect day for me would just be a day that goes the way I plan.
Many nights, I would begin the evening fueled by caffeine and nicotine, which I needed to propel me out of torpor and hopelessness - only to overshoot into quaking, quivering anxiety.
Looking after my health today gives me a better hope for tomorrow.
I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.
I could go days, weeks, without talking to another human being.
I felt I came back rather quickly from being ill and didn't give myself the time to reflect.
What my day is like depends on where I am.
Wherever I am in the world, my perfect day begins with waking up and heading to the beach or the pool or somewhere I can be semi-comatose. I just wake up and go to the sun.
I would go to work from 9 to 6, go home, nap for two hours, then write from 8 to 2 a.m.