Twas a good day, this one.

Woke up, performed the daily hygiene ritual, packed my lunch and went to work. One of the benefits of keying is that you get to sit and be relatively mindless for fifty-five minute stretches. Oddly enough, this is one of the great detractors, as well. Depending on where you are in the building, you can even talk with the person/people immediately adjacent to you; I was informed that this policy may be changing in the near future. Whoopee. We’ll have to see about this one. After about an hour, I started getting tired. This was not a good thing. So, I did what any other self-respecting working stiff in my position would do: I started selecting the loudest and fastest musical selections I could find. These were a nominal help. Next hour was more of the same, with one exception: batteries in the CD player died. Okay, this does not bode well: Half-hour to next break, I’m tired, and the only thing that was keeping me awake just bailed on me. Shoot me now. Being the lightning-fast mentalist that I am, it only took me another three minutes to remember that I had brought my mp3-laden laptop with me. Salvation was at hand! Cue the angelic chorus and the light from on high. When they offered an early dismissal at 3:30, Jess and I lit out of there as though the hounds of Hell themselves were on our heels.

We headed to a couple of stores (I had to pick up the limited-edition Akira. No. Really, I HAD to… the little voices said so!) and then met Angie for dinner. Scott showed up a little later and then we split up: Scott and I to his place to watch Akira; Jess and Angie came here to watch Where the Heart Is. We met up after our respective movies for yet another late/early breakfast.

Came home, talked with Jess for a bit and now… it’s L&O time.

Yes, twas indeed a good day.

Peace.