Day 245 (Recall) Vagrant

I have come to the conclusion that I could totally be homeless.

Bummy chic?

So I head over to the gym once I finish giving report. I'm trying to regain the amazing calves I had when I was in college while simultaneously trying to grow at ass so I spend a while on the treadmill before turning down the weights on the machines to a mass that won't rip my bones apart. Afterwards, for pretty much the first time ever, I use the gym showers.


Yeah: pretty horrifying. Or so you'd think.

Aside from being acutely aware that I'm more likely to get athlete's foot than buns of steel and being grossly paranoid that someone could see me lathering my ta-tas, it wasn't that bad. I mean, the pressure and temp were great and it's not something I have to pay monthly for. All in all, I figured it was a pretty decent experience in public bathing although it occurred to me as I was rinsing out my hair that little Asian women probably shouldn't venture anywhere naked and alone in the dead of the night and vowed to make this a daylight habit for safety reasons.

As I drove home and started feeling the weight of my workout on my body, I became so fabulously lazy that I seriously contemplated bringing a set of scrubs with me to my next workout so that I could go to the gym, shower, and essentially sleep in my car with the next night's uniform on inside the hospital's parking garage. I mean, that's all I really need at home: sleep. Granted, my car's a little cramped in the backseat but I'm like Filipino take-out on the go and can fit almost anywhere so I figure, it's totally possible. I mean, I could pack a blanket during the winter and an eye shield until I finally get my windows tinted and totally live out of my car like an unnecessarily homeless woman who bathes in public. And on days off when I don't have to go to work, I could totally crash at the mall or Barnes and Noble or, (when B&N closes) a library or a coffee shop.

The more I think about this idea, the more I like it. I mean, I wouldn't be driving unnecessarily far to my house since my car would be my house, I wouldn't have to pay electricity or water bills, it's not like I cook meals at home (let alone eat there), and I'm fairly certain if I had a small storage locker somewhere, I could keep my clothes and miscellaneous items for less than what I'd be paying rent for a 2-bedroom apartment. I mean, I'd never get mail because I wouldn't have a permanent residence and I'd be pretty fucked when a Category 3 hurricane comes to town, but otherwise, it could work...I think.

It might be the sleep-deprivation talking, but homelessness doesn't sound too shabby... (well, if you have money)