Tuesday, Mar. 04, 2003 - 12:46 p.m.
Today is not a good day for concentration. I present as evidence, Exhibit A, sunlight streaming in from my window across my desk. Secondly, I present Exhibit B, the current temperature reading from The Weather Channel at a balmy fifty-two degrees. Exhibit C, my open office window, creating a pleasant breeze while I type. Finally, I present Exhibit D, an uncharacteristically upbeat playlist on my mp3 player.
How could I possibly be expected to handle work on a day like this? This is my ninth sick day this semester. It's getting pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I go for ten, I'm probably gonna have to barf up a lung, so I'd better make this one count...
Sorry, I was channeling Ferris for a minute there. I'm back now, really.
For lunch today, I enjoyed being one of the good people of the world, washing my car on my lunch break.
And now I'm channeling Sheryl Crow. When will the madness end?
This afternoon, I think I'll go for a walk outside. The summer sun's calling my name. I hear it now! I just can't stay inside all day, gotta get out and get me some of those rays...
D'oh! Now it's The Brady Bunch! Help me, please!
There I go, lookin' pitiful.
Okay, I draw the line at Pink. That's just wrong and ignunt.
Perhaps I'll be back later, when I have original thoughts that aren't prompted by movie lines or song lyrics.
