one day more

that's what i keep telling myself...

"self," i say "just one more day... one day more... 8 more hours of this crazy thing we call work."

then i remind myself that dad is coming up this weekend.

"hey," i say to myself "your dad is coming up tomorrow and you're going to have a hell of a time with him on your first annual father-son weekend."

then i usually sing a song.

"i've got a love-e-ly bunch of coconuts (doo doo doo doo) there there are a-standing in a row (bum-bum-bum)"

it's usually around this time i remember i'm supposed to be working.

"fuck," i say "i'm at work, i better get some work done so i can say i did SOMETHING at my update next week."

and then i almost invariablly end up singing another song.

"merry christmas darling, happy new year too..."

to which the response is kind-a repetetive.

"fuck," i say again "work goddammit!"

and then it comes full circle.

"just one more day... one day more... 8 more hours of this crazy thing we call work."

and now you know what it's like to be in my head.

"sometimes you wanna go, where everybody knows your naa-aaaa-aaame (bum-bum-bum-bum) and they're always glad you caa-aaa-aame (bum-bum-bum) you wanna go where people know... troubles are all the same... you wanna go where everybody knows your name (ba-da ba-da bum bum... boom-boom... ba-da ba-da bum bum... boom boom)"