Friday, December 01, 2006
7:08 a.m.

That’s what my fortune cookie said.

Today is Friday, which makes me happy. There is always an excitement to Fridays, an anticipation of the weekend. The promise of a guilt-free nap after work.

I think I’m bipolar. This morning I woke up crabby and unsettled. Then my cookie fell on the ground. But my hair looks stunning today. Maybe not stunning, but not shitty, which is an enormous improvement. The threat of cutting it off seems to have scared it into behaving. Anyway, I heard “Thriller” in the car for my commute. I was so happy (then embarrassed for being happy about “Thriller”) that it improved my mood by default. Traffic was awesome, in that it didn’t exist when I exited the freeway. I had no stoplights and sailed all the way to my office, thinking “this is the best commute EVER!” So today is going to be great.

Remember that movie where Justine Bateman was a blind dancer and Jason Bateman played her brother? This is interesting because he really is her brother. I have the strangest recollections in front of the copy machine. It’s like a giant time machine parked in the file room.

This is the most boring blog I’ve ever written, and I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not angry enough about anything to make it exciting. Hopefully my day will get worse so I can write about it.
Reason #166 why I should be taking medication.