Work Today

After getting to work REALLY late (as can be tracked by my blog post at 9:30am this morning) I listened to  a co-worker complain for a 1/2 hour about the security screeners at Raven's football games getting too close to grabbing his junk. He's standing at my desk talking loudly and saying, "I didn't fly those planes into those buildings, why are you grabbing my junk? They need to start profiling! This is the United States of America, I'm an American citizen, you can't grab my junk!" So that was very entertaining and I'm sure entertaining for everyone at least 4 cubicles in every direction.

I think I need Ritalin. I have no idea how to spell that, but that drug that makes you be able to focus and get things done. I need that. Cause I'm not getting shit done. And that bothers me. Geez I feel like such a loser. Nada, nothing done today. I try, but I like to talk to people and be entertained.

Maybe it is the consumer society that won't let me shake Christmas that has turned me into a complete moron that can only desire to be fed, comforted and entertained because I have had everything handed to me my entire life. Maybe. So I'll live in my cocoon doing nothing productive until it all catches up to me and I have to live in a tent on 8th Avenue and be fed by church groups. And during the day I'll walk up and down through town with my valuables in a back-pack. And sleep under a tarp in the homeless people city.

I see the church van parked there in the morning when I drive by on my way to work. And if I sit up tall as I'm passing I can see the tops of the tents through the brush. That's what we do with the people who can't keep up the game, we let them go live on a small patch of land that is apparently owned by no one. I guess the police do not bother them. I've never seen a police cruiser there,  only vans with church stuff written down the side.

So see, I need Ritalin so I don't have to live in a tent off 8th ave. That would suck. It's cold and the ground is not very soft. And where do you take a crap?