this afternoon

i wonder if the fact that i hauled my ass up to 70th and park by 8am this morning for a company function means i get to leave this place an hour early.

somehow, i doubt it.

leaving one's house at 6:45am does not get you much in this company.

ah well. i guess that means i just have to do the whole "slacking with panache" bit that i do so well. sure, there's plenty i could be doing. updating a web site. writing a press release. starting the new article for the next issue of the newsletter. but, quite frankly, i can't be bothered right now. i just want to sit around, exploit a high-speed internet connection and daydream.

potential contents of said daydreams: scottish accents, ghosts, escaping the office to go to battery park, my trip to texas, fixing the hole in the bottom of my combat boots. haircuts (as i am in dire need of one). polishing the new song i plan to unveil tomorrow. sleeping late (ha!).

oh yeah. those will do me nicely.