Everything and Nothing

Restless. More so than normal. I can't bring my mind to focus on anything. Work is dead (so it goes [thanks Vonnegut]), I have done nothing today. I can't even concentrate to read my book, and for once the background noise around here is at a minimum. I think and think and think about everything and nothing. Total randomness:

I brought two personal file folders from home today, one to hold tax information and one to hold payment information for my court costs, fines, etc. The folders were given to me by my niece for Christmas, they say in large, bold lettering on the front: MORE CRAP and TOTAL CRAP. I wonder if they make moving boxes? Thanks Casey!

Gordon Ramsay is as masterful at swearing as he is at preparing food.

What to do tonight? Big Monday? Kansas and Missouri. I don't really care enough to watch the game in it's entirety. The house is relatively clean so doing anything other than the dishes is off the agenda most likely. Read. TV. Wii. Ho hum.

Thanks to my friends for taking me out Saturday night, I literally had three dollars in my wallet. I vaguely remember only parts of the last half of the night, thanks mostly to an empty stomach and Captain Morgan. I should have stayed home. Read. TV. Wii. Etc.

I totally rock at the 90's edition of Trivial Pursuit by the way.

My boss brought his daughter to work today because she has pink eye and can't go to school! Neato.

3:38PM. I'm finally able to do some reading between a couple work related tasks. Gasp, actual work. I'm reading "American Psycho" by Bret Easton Ellis. The book is sick and teeters on the edge of pornography at time. I now understand the controversy. I'm about half way finished, I'll write about it more thoroughly when I'm done.

The last hour of work is the longest...