monday, five days til the weekend.

So far, for a Monday, things are going surprisingly smooth. Went to bed a little late, but with the exception of throwing the small kitten off my face at 5am I slept relatively soundly. Woke up mostly on time, grooming went fine, no falling down in the shower or anything. Decided to leave Mars at home until tonight to give him to his new foster parent (sadness to have him go, but for a musician/avid electronics collector having a kitten that “likes” cables is a no go).

Traffic wasn’t too absurd, Pittmann Hill and 94 is of course like trying to steal a rabid monkey’s turnips (that is to say, foaming at the mouth and throwing shit at you). Came into work with 5 workorders (nice to see as I’m used to coming in and seeing 20+).

Listening to Cloud Cult’s “The Meaning of 8″ album. Good times and great oldies.

So, in closing for now, my remarks are simply, if indeed all Mondays blow miniature goats, and mine thus far has seemingly only lightly fondled them, what then does the rest of my #fuckyoumonday (thanks to @afastidioushat for the reference) have in store for me?

Only time will tell. And maybe a second blog entry. Until then, cheerio, to work I go.

-Cloud

~ by adiaphorondaseinsanalysis on August 24, 2009.