We made small talk. Nice, bcause he was fading fast and I enjoyed the window of time to spend together before he nodded off. Not the point. He mentioned referring me a client. I kicked around (again) the idea of raising my rates because gas costs fourteen dollars a gallon (or close to it anyway).
So I checked my voice mail to see if the referral had left a message. I tossed the phone aside. Then I reached over and grabbed the laptop, and double checked a work order that dispatch had left me a voice mail about. Unfortunately, I deleted the voice mail assuming that a record would be on the work order. It wasn't. Oh well.
Then I shopped around for hair dye. Again. My hair is still blahblahbrown. Boo hoo. Well, maybe tomorrow. Then I checked a few different email account, sent some messages, and watched a 1987 anti-drug public service announcement ("I learned it from watching YOU, Dad!!!").
I swapped a few movies around on my NetFlix Queue.
I checked my website visitor stats (shameful).
And then I posted this blog.
Why is any of this important?
Because I'm still lying flat on my back.
Oh, the wonders of modern technology! When else have we, as a society, languished in such Roman-esque luxury? When else would it have been possible for me to conduct two hours of business, shopping, and idleness, lying flat on my back, knees drawn up?
I'll spare the rhetoric and just add in a picture here of some
random chick laying in about the same position as I am:
random chick laying in about the same position as I am:
(This is NOT ME. I am not blonde.
I also do NOT own a MacBook, even though I really, really want one.)
That's it for now kiddies. Play nice. Be slothful whenever you can. Its good for the soul. Oh, and go to the damn beach if its not raining. Its the summer. And its the weekend.
