Lousy Day in Paradise

The title just about says it for me today folks.

What a lousy day in paradise....

The day started out okay, though I usually head into work early in the morning. While it was nice to be able to sleep in a little longer, it sort of messed me up in the process. Today started out differently and I didn't get to work until 12 in the afternoon. So my brain (and apparently my body too) was a mess and I just didn't feel right today. I don't know how to explain it, but I just couldn't get moving like normal. I was sluggish and it doesn't help anything that my stomach felt like it was zipping around in a circle (think Sonic the Hedgehog speeding around those loops).

So what was supposed to be a 6-7 hour work day, turned into a lousy 3 hour affair. I know I needed to be there longer, I surely needed that extra cash. But I just wasn't 'feeling' it at all. Tack onto that my stupidity of wearing a thicker then normal shirt for an undershirt and I was sweating like a mutha. Torture? Very much so, yes...

What does today teach me?

For my lack of work today, I have to work doubly hard tomorrow and Saturday. Yeesh... but that is the price I know I have to pay to make up for today. Long days ahead doesn't even begin to express what I'm meaning here.

Days like this makes me wish I were filthy rich, so I wouldn't ever have to worry about paying for anything. I wonder how life would be like if everything was just taken care of? No bills, no worries, no nothing at all. Just live life carefree...

What? A guy can dream sometimes, can't he?