On the phone.  Doing very little. Twenty minute countdown to leaving my cube.  There's plenty of junk on my desk to do, but that's not happening.

Sun's at my back.  I can't see anyone's face from where I sit.  My summer plans need to be changed.  Even thoughts of this continuing all throughout the God-given beauty of summer makes me horribly sad

( Playlist for the 'show two weeks ago. )

Day 4 and 5 ( Read more... )

My father and brother are outside hanging Christmas lights. For the love of Pete, I haven't even had my apple pie yet.