A part of me was worried about work. About how they would take my absence, and I can't believe that thought was even resurrected from the back of my neck. It was truly a pain in my neck to even think about it.
Today, I've fully come to realize what it truly means to be in a groove, to have a steady job, to have a real schedule. What it is to break any kind of a schedule. It's one fart of a thought.
For a full, hectic day, I thought of nothing else but the rain and just how ecstatic I was to be caught in it. You can just link over to Christian's blog and read all about it-- I couldn't explain my day (or any other story) as well as he does.
I'm disappointed to say that leaving extra late was just too early and pointless to leave that "cough" as Anthony calls it, up in Connecticut. I could have caught a later, later, later flight. Yet, here I sit, numb-faced at this computer once again, contemplating cigarettes and smacking my arm with anticipation.
I don't have to work until Sunday.
I don't have to do anything until then. In fact, they are so slow over there, (at the Cafe) I should start taking up knitting sweaters and parachutes as a hobby.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
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Just remember if your ever WAY to bored, I'm probably even more bored than you are... *lol*
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