*Yawns*

It is Friday. The last day of work before a three day weekend. I feel antsy, like a school kid awaiting the final bell before Christmas break.

Work is usually deader than dead on days like this. Everyone rushes to order their necessities the two days before as most manufacturers are closed. None of the docs are in (except for those on call), so elective procedures are non-existent...leading to absolutely no requisitions to process. If my backlog wasn't as significant as it is, I should think this afternoon would be ripe for a good snooze. After all, I am a State Employee with a reputation to uphold.

Ernesto was a giant disappointment. I knew not to expect much. However, I was hoping that I would have been jarred from a deep sleep by the sound of a whipping wind. So much for that.

Alas...here I sit at work, staring at a mountain of paper (and thinking my lighter would be most helpful right now), wishing I was at home or anywhere else, for that matter. Today is the sort of day that reminds me of when I lived in Pittsburgh. The latter days of August and early days of September always brought chilly, rainy days. I remember walking through Dormont with an old flame, visiting the bakery with the $2.00 pie (you had to go early since everyone would snap them up), having breakfast the diner with the greasy cheese omelette and returning home to read the newspaper and get stoned. Aaaaah...the glory days of being clueless and 25.

Instead...I get to sit in my office (at a much wiser 35) and sneak outside every so often for a coffin tack. Where did I go wrong? /me winks