I finally found Friday.

As a Monday through Friday 8-5 person, Friday is the longest workday of the week. Clocks tick more loudly than usual, and twice as many cigarettes are sucked down. Today I'll be changing ceiling tiles and wiping chalk dust out of my eyes.

Curt Schilling is pitching for the Arizona Diamondbacks today at Wrigley Field. My favorite team is the Cubs, but I loved watching the D'backs beat the Braves and the Yankees last year. Mark Grace, back at Wrigley for three days. Schilling, my favorite pitcher, mowing down my favorite team. I'll be listening to the radio today, and Pat Hughes and Ron Santo will help me pass my afternoon. Hopefully they'll stray from the game and start insulting one another's wardrobe, and discuss skeletal structures and current musicians they've never heard before.

I want to carve a Christmas Tree. I think I'll find some good wood tonight, and carve while I listen to the Bears game on the radio. Maybe I'll even head out and do something social. I'm not in the mood for booze or greens, so I'll have to try having fun sober. I'm not very good at having fun with other people. I'm at my best alone, volume cranked.
3:11 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm