5 O’Clock World
“It’s a 5 O’Clock world when the whistle blows and no one owns a piece of my time.”
The Dave Clark Band
Yeah. I’m back up in this sumbitch. Large cup of coffee. Anticipating a smoke break. I should be thinking about what I need to do this week. I’m thinking about those jeans that Old Navy ran out of after I placed my order. I’m thinking about the two leather jackets that were sent to me when I only paid for one (Hooray human error!). I’m thinking Rudolph should’ve told those other Reindeer to piss off, I mean as soon as he’s useful they all riding his jock. WTF!?!?! I’m thinking I’d rather sit in Starbucks and flirt. I’m thinking about how I want an Onyx Signet ring like the one Duke Leto had in Dune…that would be sweet. I could affix my seal to correspondance and punch dudes in the head and say I left my trademark. Nice. I’m thinking about me being a magnet for the homeless, panhandlers and broke hustlers (another post altogether). I am not thinking about doing any real work today. Refer to three posts back.