Man today was a weird day. Not interesting weird. But weird.

For starters—as per usual—I overslept. Good job, Claire.

Once at work, the place was a ghost town. Half the office was on vacation and the majority of our clients were as well. Plus the weather was hinky. Like a gloomy grumpy hinky. Plus, with Christmas over I think people are kind of coming off a Christmas high.

So it was sorta a watered-down day.

But I got to hang out with Heathrow. The one work highlight I still have.

At least it's a short week, right?

There's something about Monday nights for me. The workday is over, the week is underway... Friday inches closer. So I would have to say my two favorite days are Monday night and Friday night. I feel whole somehow.

And as a furtherance of wholeness, Tim Easton's version of Pere Ubu's Kathleen is playing on iTunes. There's something about that song. It makes you feel at home.

And I'm just the sorta fella to tell a story to you,
waiting at a bus stop or banging on a desktop.

And as I type this, I am reminded of another song that makes me feel at home: Wilco's Misunderstood.

Back in your old neighborhood, the cigarettes taste so good
But you're so misunderstood, so misunderstood...

So I got some tofu from a nearby Asian market. The largest Asian market in the Midwest. The tofu looked kinda scary, but I figured: be brave!

So I finally cracked it open tonight.

Nastiest tofu ever. I can't even describe how nasty it was. I don't know what flavor it was, but it was definitely sick and wrong.

I got a call from one of the bosses tonight. And I think he's pissed at me. Can't wait for tomorrow.

I'll just restate my plea for someone to give me lots of money to have this site every year so I don't have to work.