Vacationing

So I'm really tired today. I've been. Editing and working on stuff and just... I'm so tired. My hooves are so goddamn sore. My brain? Absolute mush. And I just want to fall over and die.
But then Luna suggests: "Vacation."
And I go. "Ha. No."
See, I've never really gotten "vacations." So you're tired and busy. And to make yourself feel better, you go through the inordinate amount of trouble of packing up all your things into a wagon and leave to make yourself more tired and busy sightseeing in strange places, generally making yourself look stupid to the locals, spending money you often can't afford on things you're going to put on a shelf and forget about.
You know what I think would be more restful than that?
Crawling onto a bed and sleeping.
Sleeping. For like. Twelve hours straight. Then not getting out of bed. Just staying there. Lazing. All day.
How awesome would that be?
Anyway. Luna disagrees with me and says, no, no, Scrivy, we must... sorry, I mean 'thou doth not understandeth what thou speaketh, knave: for to waste wakefulness 'tis to disparage that life which 'tis most dearest held by all.'
And now I'm possibly bleeding.
That aside, Luna clearly has a different idea of vacationing than I do. She wants to go out, beat things up, engage in... horrible debauchery and generally. Be a horrendous nuisance. I don't know, but that doesn't seem. Relaxing to me. Traveling across the country could be fun, sure. But I don't know if I'd do it for fun, you know?
Still. It looks like she's determined to drag me along with her. So. Woo.
Vacationing. Great.

~Scrivener Blooms