Ah, the last day of work before a short vacation. Lots to accomplish. Yup yup, much to do. 

And now I must shine my shoes. Very important. And dust my fez.

Grocery shopping must be done. Must obtain snacks. 

How am I feeling today? Pretty good, I think. I slept okay. Lots of dreams I don't remember.

I smell clean. That's important to me. 

My mind is elsewhere. Don't be there, mind. I guess you don't have to be here, but don't be there. 

Does posture even matter anymore? Can I lie perpendicular to my laptop, twisted over and typing? 

Better not try it. Not for too long anyway.

There is much to be done. Tiki-Con is this weekend! I've got to pick out something to go with my fez. I'm thinking...all black. I think I'll need to carry around an Erlenmeyer flask filled with smoking green liquid. 

The twins are going to be watching the house and the pups. Hopefully watering the bamboo. 

They better water the dang bamboo. We're still in the critical phase here. I think. Mostly I don't understand how anything works, and am constantly min-boggled when anything works at all.

The depression looms larger. I puff myself up, like a puff adder, or a pufferfish, so that I appear even larger. I just learned that most species of snake only have one working lung, usually the right. 

I have more tips about writer's block: Try to write the worst sentence ever. Like "He crossed the room." But make it more like "Bedecked in jangling trinkets, the man galumphed breathlessly across the foyer and up the flight of stairs to his hotel room. Halfway up, he paused to fan himself furiously with a palm leaf he had torn from one of the decorative brass urns at the entrance. He then glanced about in a theatrically furtive way, and realizing the other guests were avoiding any eye contact, resumed his climb."

And of course, he gets one of our terrible names. Hmm... Dropsy Oafpepper.

Yes, that should do it.

Do what, you say? I don't remember. 

Busy day at the office. Missed my first break. Had a bunch of compliance stuff to take care of. It was good though. Some things I didn't really know how to do, so I had to remind myself that this is what it's like to be a kid when you're constantly being instructed to do things that you've never done before, and then of course the adults get mad because they're not doing it exactly the way the adults would prefer, so how would I do now, if I were a kid?

Decently, it seems. 

Now I need to take that attitude back into the warehouse here and finish up that stuff I probably should have done last week. I've worked warehouse jobs before, so this is more of re-awakening of old skills. None of this stuff even requires a fork lift.

Easy.

The bamboo was planted in our backyard on Saturday. I hope it survives. I enjoy the way it sways in the breeze.