Sometimes I find myself wishing I was preppy. That kind of person that most others find annoying simply for the fact that they have copious amounts of energy and bounce around tirelessly making us mere mortals feel inadequate. The kind of hyperactive person that Reese Witherspoon portrays in movies.
It hits me in the mornings when I press the "Snooze" button for the eleventh time, when I feel like spending my lunch break napping instead of eating and when I get home from a tiring day at work and the most productive thing I do all evening is to fall asleep and wake up close to midnight, only to retire back to bed: this time dressed in pajamas.
Does it sound familiar or am I the only one?