I gotta go to Baltimore. I don’t wanna. Can’t I stay home and watch Ally McBeal?

Ok. Whatever. Work work work work work work. I need vacation. I need vacation now.

Counting the days until vacation…60, 59, 58, 57, 56, 55, 54, 53, 52, 51, 50…
How do I get my mind off it? As it is now, it will take forever.

My joints are stiff. My belly is empty. My eyes are red.