I Got Nuthin'

Today was fine, as days at work go, but as expected, I was drained of energy by the time I got there and now I'm coasting on momentum. I got more done in anticipation of moving my desk soon, which I can't imagine will actually happen, but it felt good to get that stuff done. As for me, my back hurts, my leg hurts, my knee hurts, and my stomach isn't too happy either. And yet, a smiley day. Go figure.

Today I read the inevitable article about how scientology was the real cause of that poor boy's death, and here's what I want to say about that. I'm not a scientology fan, but I'm not rabidly against it, either, although many people seem to be. As far as I'm concerned, it's a religion to a whole lot of people and I wouldn't want them telling me what to believe, so I don't get to tell them. And the Travoltas seem like they are as loving and conscientious as parents could be, and have done everything they believed was right for that child all his life. Anyone who uses this sad moment to take a shot at scientology is just a jerk and heartless and doesn't deserve to be listened to. It's a family tragedy, not a political (or whatever) opportunity. Let's keep it in that perspective.

Seriously, I can't believe I just wrote a coherent paragraph. I could hardly even focus on the conversations at lunch. As stated previously, I got nuthin'. Perhaps the collapsing time is at hand. Oh god, it isn't even six yet. And needless to say, I did not take down the tree decorations today. (You knew I wouldn't. So did I.)



WATCHING WIFESWAP :: ENTRY #1955
READING: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norell by Susanna Clarke