Go have breakfast.

Walking naked to the kitchen, I pull a bowl from the cupboard, pour in some corn flakes and milk, then grabbing a spoon before heading for the table.

I'm about half way through my breakfast when I hear the sound of the morning paper hitting the welcome mat outside the door of my apartment.

Taking another bite of my cereal, I debate on if I should grab the paper and check the classifieds for a job.

Its as good a plan as any, I decide.