What can I say? I'm sitting at work doing nothing but listening to "The Talking Heads" and writing in my blogger. I'm supposed to be working on my paper, you know, the finishing touches, but I'm not up for it. Em-J just brought me some books to put up but I don't even feel like doing that. I guess I really don't want to be here at all. That's a shock! Like my mother says that my grandfather used to say, "If it were called anything else besides work, we'd love it." I think it loses some in the translation. That's even if I remembered it correctly. Anyway, I guess I'll go try to do something if not work. Oh, my first personal CD player will get to join me in the silent reading room. I think It'll make my shelving experience a little more bareable. Got's to make that money.

Andy called about 30 minutes ago. He wants to do something later, I guess after work. He'll be playing basketball till then. That's if we are all up to it. I'm torn actually. Anyway, enough bi*chin. Time to get to work. Or something that resembles it...

There was a shadow in the presence of night.
There stood beside me a cold bite.
Gone for a while, it later returned with a smile.
Beaten back by the day light and the pile.
Hero's are we all till never mind.
Run till the snail doth bind.
Open the shoot and dive the bomber.
Mmmm, like Jeffrey Daumer.

(Yuk, didn't like the way that ended.)