This room feels like it's going to explode.

The sound the seat on the bus was making this morning made me so on edge. So anxious. My blood pressure was climbing rapidly with every squeak, and every sound the seat made. I'm getting up in arms just thinking about it. If I would have known I was going to be in that seat, for any period of time, I think I would have called in sick today. I should have done that anyway... there is a guy here who can cover for me, and that won't happen again until May 22. My next day off, my first day off this year which is for me, and me alone. No court until 6/8.

I don't miss work on Mondays. Ever. If I weren't here, I'd be resting my perfectly shaped little head (right mom?) on my pillow and not even dreaming about this place for hours. At least until 10am. 10am is a good time to get your day started. I'd be totally into working from 10a - 7p every day... but that's not going to happen, so I'm going to let go of that dream.

Last night... what did I do? I made ribs, mashed potatoes, and cookies. Awesome combination. The ribs were the best I've ever made. Mustard, horseradish, Worcestershire sauce, and BBQ sauce. A little bit of garlic hot sauce as well. They were really good... I've got a Amazon River like stream of drool running down my face and into my shirt pocket just thinking about it. Hmm... after eating said ribs, I fell into somewhat of a pork coma. I woke up, Mike was gone, Jaime was home, and I had little to no idea where I was, or where all that sweat came from. Meat sweats. It's a scientific possibility. I was gross. It was awesome.

Tonight. Big plans. I'm going to make a list below. I'm usually not so good at working a 10 hour day and having any kind of motivation to do more work when I get home, but my room smells like my feet, and as of right now I am wearing my last clean work clothes. Clean is merely a comparative word in this case. I definitely wore these clothes sometime last week, but looking at my available stock of some of my clothes, they were absolutely the cleanest I could find. I think my pork coma led to the death of motivation. Oh well, I'll get back on it today. Here's my list of what needs to happen today:

1. Clean My Room
2. Clean My Clothes
3. Clean My Me

Hopefully I will take a look at this short list of shit to do when I get home and I'll complete at least 2 of these tasks. Hopefully... hope... fully.

All right, I'm all pissed off and ready to forge a sword from the Earth and slay Monday. Have a fun day Internet... and remember, the Swine Flu has invaded Pennsylvania... I'm not far away from living the dream. I think my goal, if in fact I can manage to contract the Swine Flu will be to make ribs out of myself. Brian will need to remove me from the oven after all the fat cooks out, but I think I can survive long enough to have a taste. I bet I'll be delicious.