Pondering the meaning of it all, and listening to some good music. Spend the better part — technically, the best part — of the day doing work-related, well… work. Nothing quite like pulling an eight-hour shift on what’s supposed to be a day to unwind, eh? I’d complain, but really, I can’t; I’m drawing a wage, and life is good in the sense that, with great music being in no short supply, I’ve ample ability and time to enjoy and entertain myself.
Don’t be fooled into thinking I really enjoy days like this, though. I don’t. Case in point? I just finished a long haul at the computer, the aforementioned eight hours. Thrilled and hyper and happy and buzzed to be free, free from the shackles of paperwork and all its foul associates, free to enjoy a quiet evening in the company of my wonderful wife, I learn that it’s nearly midnight… and she’s going to bed.
Thus, here I sit, buzzed on a couple cups of caffeine, alone save for the cat.
but your goat was tied to a railway tie! AHahahahha!