I've had a migraine for a little over a week now. Yesterday didn't do much to improve that sad state. Being that I'm having such difficulty seeing straight, I've decided that today is a fine day to take off from work. I don't mind overly, as I'm just not feeling perfectly cheerful and/or up to par. I called and gave notice. Some people have informed me that I'm being very inconsiderate, taking a day off with only a little over forty-one hours notice. To this, I shrug and say, "So be it!" I've not had a day off in ages, which is an exceedingly long time and I work at least twelve hours every day, not to mention my commute or the time spent finishing various tasks if it's been terribly busy. Add to that the fact that I've not taken a day off of my own accord since I've been at either job and I do believe my heart swells with apathy at the thought of my inconsideration. In short, they'll get over it. I require today to be mine. I have much I do not wish to accomplish or ponder.
Today has been a day of a fat lot of nothing. I've showered, dressed in what amounts to lounge wear, read a book or two, listened to a spot of music, ignored the ringing of my phone and whoever was knocking on my door, and languished in my boredom. I should do this more often!
So, I'm using my friend Anthony for his music. That's right. I check out his profile and click on the whole stand alone player thing and bebop along to a few timely pieces. Well, that and he's a fabulous bit of baggage. I think I'm going to adopt him.
Moving along. I've learned to accept death for what it is and that, my friends, is life.
