m, this one's for you.

i have two days, four hours and seven minutes remaining as an employee of XK:SH:LN:LKNJJJRSGSDF. that's 22 hours and seven minutes to sit in the grand fluorescence and try valiantly to do something, anything, useful in my remaining time.

not to say i'm phoning it in (as i don't have a phone at my desk, that would be remarkably difficult. ba-dum-bum), but i'm phoning it in. despite my best intentions, which were to do my best to put things in order and plow through vast piles of work before leaving, my ability to concentrate is not playing ball. i've stared at the same layout for the last two hours, unable to do anything to it that would be of any use to anyone. as such, i am squarely between guilt and apathy. mostly apathy. and also a good smattering of self flagellation, to be filed under 'why do you even care?'...except i think we all know the answer to that one.

here is what i AM managing to do today:
-search for the standard dimensions of wine labels
-contemplate whether i keep my hair short and dye it blonde or start growing out the electric red mane
-watch the clock
-hatch grandiose plans about how to soup up my portfolio (now that i'm no longer looking for a job, naturally)
-wonder how long it's going to take for season 2 of house and veronica mars to hit dvd once the seasons end
-fantasize about going home and taking a nap
-plot endlessly about how to drive more traffic to the band's website and/or myspace page so that we can get this whole world domination thing going.
-hazard a tentative guess as to when it's going to warm the fuck up around here (late may, is my current guess as to when the temperatures will stop being in the low forties).
-get really excited about this. now with 20% more potential to take over my ENTIRE LIFE.
-listen to eminem.

i'm sure you'll agree that i've been completely productive.

and by 'productive,' i mean 'insert adjective here.'