Tuesday, May 24, 2005
It will only get worse
The entire month of May should be a holiday. Really. No reason civilized people should be forced to sit in offices this time of the year. I could be lolling somewheres, fer godsake. Lolling!
And, come to think of it, I'd like to have October off, as well.
Eh. Having scraped the last of my chicken burrito off the foil that almost encircled the entire thing (great work, wage slave! -- no danger of this, praise Jesus), I incline toward napping, not working. It will only get worse as the afternoon progresses. Soon, the sun will have made its way to my side of the building (or, rather, the earth will have rotated . . . ah, fuck it), and it will become 109 degrees in my office. And the entire right-hand side of my head and neck will be bright red. We palefaces are lucky that way.
And, come to think of it, I'd like to have October off, as well.
Eh. Having scraped the last of my chicken burrito off the foil that almost encircled the entire thing (great work, wage slave! -- no danger of this, praise Jesus), I incline toward napping, not working. It will only get worse as the afternoon progresses. Soon, the sun will have made its way to my side of the building (or, rather, the earth will have rotated . . . ah, fuck it), and it will become 109 degrees in my office. And the entire right-hand side of my head and neck will be bright red. We palefaces are lucky that way.
