Blogging from my open-air cube has to be a sign that I just don’t care anymore.
Counting down to lunch.
Then after that, will count down to leaving.
Somebody immobilized the wheels of my HermannMiller while I was out. It works like a regular chair now—not as wheely.
My iPhone is saving my life. It knows CPR! Hey there, twitter feed! Though WordPress hates Safari and Safari fucks my WordPress blogging from the phone. No worries cuz my phone is now entertaining me with Charlie Daniels. Hey there, devil!
I keep looking for the baby in my lap. He’s not there. Tested minimizing blog admin window to systems tray. Like a fire drill. Not too bad but what if I don’t see the person before he’s behind me? Can’t be worse than the guy in the next cubicle over making four hours of personal calls. So suck it, person coming up behind me.
Ooh, The White Stripes. Reminds me of Q. Most of the 4000 songs in my iPod library are his. Lots of T.I., Dwight Yoakam and Dean Martin. Yes, he is eclectic. And feeling a little sad lately. We miss him in our humble little household. Hey there, FHB.
The Roots is mine. Pussy Galore. On that note (heh), it’s lunchtime. Your own overinflated sense of urgency in comments as I try to figure out why exactly my extended leave was denied…
oddly enough all of the songs on my iPod reminds me of you,especially Johnny Adams. Makes my cheeks wet every time, and then that’s kind of the bright spot of my day…
Hey there, FHB! What a nice comment. There is, indeed, always one more time…