I wish that I had the option of calling out of work on account of nice weather. What I would really like to do right now is go home and sleep in the hammock. Instead, I'm here in the same cubicle that I've inhabited for the past month, doing practically nothing of use. Vacation can't come soon enough for me. Nor can Rohini.
I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I was at the mallschool, or the schoolmall, or something . . . I was in a mall-like place on my way to class. Anyway. On my way, I ran into Val and Dave. Val was Val, or course, but Dave was some sort of Dave conglomerate, made up of everyone by that name with whom I am acquainted. A strange experience. Thinking about it now reminded me of the lame joke that Sarah and I made in our freshman year at UMBC, in which we likened all of the Daves to the Borg, with some sort of hive mind. And if you weren't careful, you would be assimilated into The Dave.
What I want right now, more than anything else, is a nap. Instead, I'm going to sort through this stack of yellow papers ("the yellows", as we call them in the biz) and take the perforated edges off. The thrill!