This is my brain on vacation...
Too much TV, sleep, and time on my hands made me foggy and dim. I felt like Mr. Magoo stumbling all over the place getting out of bed this morning. I think I fell asleep in the shower for a minute because I clearly forgot to use conditioner. I made instant oatmeal for breakfast with cold water (basically creating a gritty, gluey mush instead of oatmeal...I ate it anyway). I poked myself in the eye with a pen a little while ago.
See? This is what happens to reformed workaholics. This didn't happen on my last vacation (the one during which I stripped wallpaper and painted two rooms in my house and wrote in between coats, actually working more hours than I do when I'm not on vacation). I can't seem to pull out of this fog and I'm afraid I'm permanently stupid now (*A side note: that thing I used to think about happiness increasing in correlation with IQ decreasing, therefore stupid = happy? Not true).
This year, any vacation longer than two days will involve: (a) a temp job waiting tables at Olive Garden, (b) community service requiring me to be somewhere daily before 10am, or (c) boot camp.