Monday, August 19, 2002

The cloud cover today was a site for sore eyes. This was a welcome break from the sun and I was the happiest guy in the office. Now, if I could just stop having "Mondays" on the first day of the week things would be perfect. Aside from the people who need to vent all over me I think I am getting sick again. This really enhances the whole experience. Luckily I have a relaxing BAND meeting with Katie tonight. I'm sure things will be nice and quiet as they all figure out which instruments they'd like to butcher this year. Everyone has to start somewhere but I fell that taking the parent who played the trumpet for a month is a poor move. I think the fact that I previously compared my job to that of a day care teacher is coming back to haunt me. I get this lousy cold-flu-headache-asspain thing about every other week and it's because it never really leaves the building. I've looked into those plastic bubble suits but they are cost prohibitive. Luckily there are enough old people down here that my Michael Jackson surgical mask doesn't look too odd. 7:28:53 PM    says you