I quit my job today, and I have no plan
Not even like a part of a plan
I do have a "I'm going to take all of my money, fly to south america, live in a thatched-roof loft above a bar on the beach," sort of fantasy plan.
I imagine the reality involves more sand in uncomfortable places, and probably ends with me getting drunk at the bar and drowning one night, and less smoking cigars and meeting interesting adventurers and having one night stands until I die of liver failure-cum-STIs.
But nothing is perfect
Not even like a part of a plan
I do have a "I'm going to take all of my money, fly to south america, live in a thatched-roof loft above a bar on the beach," sort of fantasy plan.
I imagine the reality involves more sand in uncomfortable places, and probably ends with me getting drunk at the bar and drowning one night, and less smoking cigars and meeting interesting adventurers and having one night stands until I die of liver failure-cum-STIs.
But nothing is perfect