Friday

I've been racking my brain for most of the morning looking for something to say here, but it's just not coming to me. It's a beautiful Friday afternoon where I am. Hope it's beautiful where you are, too.

The big cheese is gone for the weekend again. He's given us permission (of sorts) to cut out early if so desired, but I've got to wait around for FedEx Ground to decide when they'll stop by to deliver my long-awaited package. Don't think I can wait much more, either. I'm more than anxious. Anyway, even though he said we can leave, none of us have. And frankly, that makes me, I don't know. It's like, OK, people, you can go home now. So go! Kinda like at the end of the credits for Ferris Bueller's Day Off where he says exactly that to the audience. "Go home. Sheesh." I mean, it's not like they don't have a right to be here. I just like to be alone, you know?

So that's it. Uneventful. Ho hum. It's quiet here, and I'm not going to be the cliché that says it's deafeningly quiet because, come on now, I'm not that trite, am I? And it's not, really. Then the phone rings. I talk for two minutes and fifteen seconds. And then I hang up. And it's quiet again. I'm not going to do this all afternoon.

So have a nice weekend!

I was silly enough to write this at 2:14 PM