im at a plateau. coasting steadily along the daily routine. sometimes i make myself late to work just to mix things up a bit. whenever this happens i remember a certain episode of pete and pete where little pete was talking about the length of time between spring break and summer vacation. there were no holidays or possible snow days to rule out the eight hours of pencil pushing monotony. little pete was then struck with an epiphany, "sick day" he whispered. feigning an illness with strategic precision he stayed home, got a george washington marshmallow stuck in his nose and had an adventure getting it out.
here recently ive had no fun sick days considering the g-ma's understandable harshness pertaining to my absence and my mind has sat at a robotic lull. now im wanting more than just a day of leisure when im not suppose to, i want a week of traveling to a destination or some kind of something different and nothing else will suffice. and there must be a large body of water some where in said week. and alcohol. and funny people...
i hate plateauing god dammit.
here recently ive had no fun sick days considering the g-ma's understandable harshness pertaining to my absence and my mind has sat at a robotic lull. now im wanting more than just a day of leisure when im not suppose to, i want a week of traveling to a destination or some kind of something different and nothing else will suffice. and there must be a large body of water some where in said week. and alcohol. and funny people...
i hate plateauing god dammit.