the PST tries new debauchery.

honestly. now that spring is almost over, i've got a worse case of spring fever than i've had since about the age of sixteen. it's disgraceful. not only are my hormones utterly out of control, but i find myself absolutely unable to concentrate or otherwise function when the weather is nice--all i want to do is be outside. all i want to do is gallivant.

so this morning i decided to give into the fever.

fulminous' musings on rebellion lit a fire under me (so to speak)...and so here i am, enjoying the afternoon shade in my apartment, having just returned from manhattan on a delightful day of hooky.

sometimes, being the office sicky makes life easy. i've showed up with medication so many times that no one even questions it anymore when i say i'm feeling odd.

mmm...deception.

it really all started this morning, when the horrible tandem wail of my two alarm clocks (yes, two. i am difficult to wake) jolted me into consciousness and one got hurled across the room. literally. despite numberous threats, i'd never done that before, so i considered that a very definite sign that i should reconsider the shape of my day. if i was getting violent with inanimate objects, there was no telling what i was going to do to sally sue in the office. so, i figured the very best course of action was to call in sick. the fact that it is the most perfect day in the world outside right now had nothing to do with it. nothing at all. no, really. nothing. noth--

anyway.

so, i've been having day of indulgence. did some much-needed shopping (i had to tie up my inner accountant in order to do it, but it was worth it)...met roos up at bryant park for lunch. there was a jazz festival going on there. really, really good ensembles. we sat in chairs on the grass (it was slightly damp)...had sandwiches...looked at buildings (bryant park has the interesting distinction of being a vantage point from which you can see every single interesting building in midtown simultaneously. gives you an idea of how many there are, i'm sure.)...looked at boys...i saw someone strip down to their white jockey shorts, however, and upon that i had to leave. so, i've just returned home, and am going to have a little bit of afternoon me time before i head out into the gorgeous, blazing, breezy, fabulous wild blue yonder a bit later.

sometimes being slightly naughty is better than anything in the world. today has been so nice i can just taste it. bliss!