Clock Watching

It's a Friday. Not any Friday. It's the Friday before my first weekend off in two weeks. Not just weekend off, any day off in two weeks. I am ready to relax some. Add to that, it's a 3 day weekend and I am very ready.

I'm still sitting at work. I have things to do. I don't want to do any of them. I'm burnt out, brain dead, spent, kaput, you get what I'm saying. I want to find a nice spot for a long nap.

I'm sad no one got all upset about my attempt to ban water. How sad. I thought it was a good cause. You know, a purpose for my writing. It's at least as meaningful as any other cause I've ever had. No, wait, I take that back, I did have a serious plea to try and have Chevrolet make the Camaro again. That was real, banning water, not so much.

I'd write something witty, but I'm listening to Planet Zeb on iTunes radio, and nothing quick witted has any chance of happening. I'm just sort of drifting along, like Cheetos when you toss them in a stream.