Oh Lawd! This is much more difficult than I thought it would be…Last night it was pretty easy to be without my laptop because I had band night to sustain me…But upon waking this morning I was struggling to find distractions to fill the void. I decided a healthy breakfast was in order if I was going to maintain some composure and not breakdown in tears at some point in the day…So I went to the grocery store and picked up some supplies — headed over to that corporate coffee place and picked up a really really big Mocha — and now that I’m all jacked up on caffeine I have nothing to expel my energy on…
I’d thought that maybe the maple bacon, spinach, onion, mushroom, tomato and cheese omelette I cooked up would sop up some of that liquid speed — but there I was – a full hour later — still jacked up with nothing to rid myself of the nagging sensation that I should somehow be productive…
I glanced out the front window — staring out into my vast front yard — now resembling something of ancient Indian burial grounds — what with all the piles of leaves encircled by green grass…
They reach up to the sky, broken by the outstretched branches of swaying trees — into a sky that resembles sunrise — though we were already well into our 10th hour of the day — a golden horizon blanketed by dismal gray…
(It’s really difficult to keep my chain of thought going while the library patron behind me keeps sighing and rustling his winter jacket…I long for the privacy of yesterday.)
Anyhow — driving home yesterday – sorting through the different accounts of the great military success in killing off 54 Iraqi’s yesterday – I thought of something else the leaves resembled – (and here I am stealing bandwith for the day as I can’t really save this image to the library hard drive) – multiple spiral towers of Samarra. I suppose I could be productive and continue my efforts at lawn work — but I’m getting that strange sensation of wanting to do nothing strenuous before I make my return to the job following my virtual weekend…So I think instead I will plant my keister in front of the NoFriendo until it is time to depart for the dismal abysmal (Don’t wanna be repetitive now do we?).
Congrats to Coleman. Who quit the place Monday. May others shine in his leading example…
I really miss my aggregator…damn screaming kids.
will you be following coleman’s leading example?
all the wrong people leave–there is only one who really needs to go…dandfuff head!
that’s just a mean thing to call someone. Someone out there probably has a hurt feeling, and Baby Jesus is probably crying.
Dandfuff head? Heh…That is rich…
I’m planning on sticking it out through the holidays but getting calls in the early morning hours just to be told how I didn’t do somebody elses work for them is really pushing it…
Star wrote her intials in poop on the stalls of the girl’s bathroom at Lakeside.
Auburn, I am very sad that you would hide under the guise of “Valhalla Vince” and call me out on that secret I shared with you. I mean its christmas for god’s sake. Have a heart.
P.S. I wrote my full name thank you very much