Random Thoughts Inspired by Boredom

Is today over yet? Good Lord - there are still 25 minutes left until I can go home.
I think I have a temporary ADD thing going on. I can't concentrate on anything. I start to read something and a few sentences in, I completely lose interest.

The coffee in my office tastes horrible, but I. Can't. Stop. Drinking. It. I'm surprised that I can sleep at night with the massive quantities of caffiene I am consuming on each day.
22 minutes left.

So, I've submitted my resume to a school. Maybe I'll luck out and get a call on it.

This story is just sick and wrong. Completely sick and wrong. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002382718_horse15m.html

Reception work totally sucks. Especially on a Friday afternoon.

I think I want this car: http://www.kslcars.com/VehicleDetail.htm?vehicleid=1961541&sellerid=23075361&vehicleType=car
It's so cute. Hopefully it will still be available when my bank finally clears the check I sent them. Hopefully the car is as cute IRL as it is online...

15 minutes.

Longest. Afternoon. Ever.

I miss my guy. Fortunately, I get to see him tomorrow and that thought makes me happy. How can one person have so much power over my happiness? It's weird - and a little scary - when you think about it. But I guess it's better to have somebody in your life who can make you happy than to have somebody who makes you sad.

How come there are so many people who can't spell? Good Lord - buy a dictionary people.

10 minutes.

I'm running out of thoughts. My brain is turning off. My goal was to just type everything that popped randomly into my head. But, nothing is popping. There's just the same phrase running through my head over and over: "Is it 5:00 yet? Is it 5:00 yet?"

I like calling my guy "my guy." I don't know why. I think about him an awful lot. Sometimes I feel bad because he occupies my thoughts so much...I feel like I *should* think about other things. But I don't. He makes me happy. Thinking of him makes me happy. I don't see any reason to stop thinking about him whenever I can.

OK - now I feel all mushy and need to stop.

6 minutes.

In 3 minutes I can start to shutdown my computer. How long does it take for a blog to post? Maybe I should start that process now. Hmmm...

Alright - it's finally time to get out of this place. To set forth in the inferno that is my city this week. Wish me luck and pray that I don't melt.