Friday, January 20, 2012
Still, here I am,abed stoned to the gills on Alka Seltzer for colds. If I can keep my eyes open there are books to read and feathers and works in progress to stitch on before I have to work this afternoon.
One of the bad things about working from home is that there is little excuse for not working as long as you can sit upright in the chair and see the computer.
I started my shift last night well medicated and found myself strangely sanguine and sympathetic to my hapless customers instead of cynical, impatient and superior. Who knew "nice" came in a fizzy drink? I will have to restrain myself from greeting people with
"Happy Friday! What foolish fresh hell are you reporting today?"
I want to go see "The Artist" in a theater like the Fox downtown but I'll settle for the AMC nearby.