Friday

Does anyone really hold anyone's interest? Spirtuality and time warps swirl in a myriad of color and blissful tranquility. Kind of like listening to Syd Barrett and a mime all at the same time. I really just want to go home. Maybe if they hear keys clicking neural synapses will think, oh he must be working on something. Purpose, meaning, blow it all - half the people at work are dropping out because they're sick. Cough cough, sneeze sneeze, where's the intellect there of well it's not here it's gone home. Mental health days, get better days, it's a day off pure and simple. Next week campus is closed and all the kids go off to where ever even though a good chunk are commuter kids.