sitting at work, a million things that i need to do racing through my head. i have to duck out for an early lunch to go meet matt for lunch to pick up his cell phone that he's loaning me for my trip. whatta guy, that matt. now if i get stuck by the side of the interstate, for any reason, i have a "handy" to scream into. or cry. or beg for the forces that be to just strike me down for my years of not understanding "how the world really works." or something like that.

i'm leaving work a total of three times (counting my early exit for the day) today. after the matt visit, i have to come back here, pick up my check, and go do the bank stuff. blah blah blabbity blah. i am a firm non-believer in direct deposit. i am, as they say, direct deposit…um…faithless.

jess will be feeding clyde, which means clyde probably won't get fed. jess forgets about all those little things in life, sometimes…i left her a note, though. notes help.

things i need to accomplish today:
get paycheck
take paycheck to the bank
meet matt for the cell exchange
go to bookstore
get pre-paid card for the cell
leave work early
get gas
get on the highway
get to atlanta
be happy

my head is about 400 miles south-east of here, at this moment. i am about a half second from cruising out the doors for a bit of an early exit.

why, oh why can't i manipulate time?