Why is it that an animal that spends roughly 20 hours a day asleep on the couch decides that one of the hours he needs to be awake is 3:00 am? Is it just to make me miserable?
In any event, the early morning meowing and scratching from that beast has led to a phenomenally unproductive day here at my office, even by my rather sad standards. Mostly I have sat semi-comotose at this monitor, waiting, I don't know what for. Let's just say that a time-lapse video of me at this desk today would not be pretty. Eight hours of alternating between web surfing, email, and CD listening, punctuated only by the occasional open-mouthed gaze off into space. And the thoughts that accompanied those gazes? None that will lead to a Nobel Prize victory:
"Should I get the Cheez-Its from the machine? Or the Pop Tarts?"
"Boy am I behind in my comic book reading!"
"How come my foot keeps itching?"
Humanity was not enriched by my presence on this planet today.
Posted by jeff at April 28, 2003 6:11 PM