back into practice

And away we go...

So it's a kinda blah Friday. Lab results in, reports going out, coffee brewing, fluorescent lights humming away. Nothing really interesting, so to speak, just another one of those days that kinda while the time away while I'm waiting to move on to something else. Of course, that something else is heading out for a ride later, and then off to the Bruery for a pint or three, and then off to the airport. 9:20 arrival, which means if I actually leave from Fullerton at sometime around 9:15 or so i should be able to pull up to the curb just as they're walking out from baggage claim. Or that's the intent anyway...

I need pictures on my walls. I REALLY need pictures on my walls. As it is, I've got a sort of eastern-bloc grey carpeting on the walls in front of me. Why in god's name anyone would think that grey carpeting doesn't contribute to the gradual deadening of creativity, veracity, and general joy in life is beyond me. Grey carpeted cubicle walls. Sigh. So yes, I need pictures. Bright, vibrant, energetic pictures; mountains, big surf, rivers. Pictures to lose myself in during the afternoons that my creativity's been tamped down. I need windows to stare out, just to let my subconscious wander. It's almost tough for me to work on this in the office - I feel like being inside here puts a damper on my writing. Probably why i started doing my writing at Taps before. Sitting there at the bar, away from harsh fluorescent light, buzzing phones and annoying office sounds I could truly let myself flow. That is a habit I'll be slipping back into really quickly. Seems somewhat ironic though, sitting down at the bar and journalling, and then coming back and typing it into my blog. Isn't that what blogs were supposed to supplant in the first place? The best thing of reigniting that habit? The lunchtime pint.

Speaking of annoying office sounds...(rant on)I'm about to strangle our air quality guy. In the past week I've been subjected to everything from unbelievably long, basso profundo belches, to hairball-like hacking, to nose clearing episodes that I'm positive took grey matter along with the green. It's absolutely disgusting, not to mention entirely unprofessional. The fact that he's old and eccentric is no excuse. Ugh.(rant off)

I've got more ideas whinging around in my head right now, writing pieces, stuff like that. Maybe I'll work on some and post them up on here later. Until then, I'm off for more coffee, and a good set of earplugs.

One last thing - I love having a hammock. Best thing ever.