one more boo for this week.
boo to senior coworkers calling in sick at the last minute and having you run a meeting for them in their place.
what? yo, don't leave me hangin' like that.. uh, okay.
senior coworker did sound pretty bad on the phone...

Chip, the mtg was at your plant again and this time it ended right around lunchtime, but today i really had to hurry back... ONE DAY though, before you leave, we must do lunch!!!

so is this what you've been up to, fro? i like. :)
the sun has snuck out. wasn't supposed to happen til saturday.

I felt like some shel silverstein and found a site with a few of his poems on it. I backtrack to see where it came from, only to find out i went to high school with this person. my year, same program. Small world. Not to mention the other alum i met a couple days ago..
It's weird thinking back that far. i can't say i really like reminiscing on those days...

Sick
by Shel Silverstein


"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
'I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-- that's seventeen,
And don't you think that my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--

My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wreched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say that today is... Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

boo to being sick.
boo to rainy weeks.

The earth is spinning quickly today,
the covering of grey overhead
whisking past
to reach the west end of the sky.

A pair of smokestacks in the distance
trail behind them
a rising line of white plume.

COLD and *wet* today.

i wish i were still in bed.