Super-Fish

Skipped work last night pleading back pain.

Been lethargic for the past few weeks. A slight shift of what I was like a few months ago which was mostly depressed at work. I am not depressed at work anymore but plain lazy.

I am almost content to just sit in my room to get lost in well loved tomes and allow my hair to get greasy as this is another weekend that allowed my slovenly ways to get the better of me.

Had a couple of friends here last Friday night. Leigh was regalling us of her adventures with random boys involving couplings in the dark and automobiles, Dodes of his meeting his wife (which is a different adventure altogether) and Luci turning pink from the gin. I roasted some rosemary chicken and stewed some mushrooms with garlic. Had a moments panic when I thought that my boss and another person were going to join. Not because I don't like them (I heart my manager --- he's the complete antithesis of ___ ) but because I was concerned that we would run out of chicken.

My PC is infected with a virus I can't catch. A random korean audio file blasts in the middle of whatever I am listening to. I have to restart the PC just to shut it up.

Sometimes, I am just so tired of being me.

I want to be lured back into the superficial world wherein I care about my looks. I want to be all airheady and flightly for a couple of days and channel Alicia Silverstone's Cher from Clueless. Throw in a Paul Rudd to complete the experience and that would be cool.

I can hear the hysterical roosters in my neighborhood going at it again. Maybe it's time to go to bed.

But a shower has more appeal.

Good night.