The silly seconds of your life when the glimmer on the asphalt makes you stop unexpectedly, move deliberately, and think philisophically.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Playin' Hookey
I had a "migraine" this morning so I stayed home today. Basically, I didn't want to go to work and would rather stay home to clean my house. I would have never thought in a million years that I'd EVER actually want to stay home just to clean my house. This proves two things: 1) I need a new job because I'm obviously burnt out and 2) I'm getting old. What if I'm on the fast path to purchasing moth balls, opaque nude knee highs, and a cat collection!? Somebody help!
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Sometimes there is something therapeutic about getting the house clean. It's one of the few activities where you can look back an instantly see what you've accomplished for your effort. You're not getting old, you just didn't want to face the office. I understand!
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