in a perfect world, i'll wake up later to a job i actually love. my work clothes will fit me. and every morning momma will make me breakfast (pancakes, cereal, nasi lemak, lopis with lots of gula melaka). pa will send me to work every morning and give me 50bucks for "emergencies" (this equates to emergency nicotine fix and retail therapy). in a perfect world, i won't actually HAVE to work. isn't it simply perfect?