Burning Stickman's Day Off

Man…I just checked out today.

So many people have sat across from me today with blank looks that, in order to save my own sanity, I just drained my mind of questions and worries. This transaction has given me the ability to just smile and nod my head and punch numbers on the keyboard.

I’m serious. I let my cognitive senses juts bleed out through my ears until the only thing I had in my brain for about six hours was a dancing money and calliope music. It was bliss.

The end result was that my mind, now free from the shackles of giving a crap, was able to wander the ether in search of truth and enlightenment. I found out that Wint-o-Green Lifesavers are really, really addictive and that it you eat about thirty-five of the individually wrapped ones in about five minutes that they induce an inebriated-like state much akin to being “hopped up on goof balls,” and that people spent less time in my cubicle due to the overwhelming mint smell and the glassy-eyed behemoth crunching happily on candy and humming “Iko Iko” to himself.

I also stared in my own movie in my mind, complete with a chorus line and a big dance number at the end, while transients came and went from my cubicle complaining about their inability to find a job with no high school degree and a felony on their record. I now know how Farris Bueller felt as he pretended to be Abe Froman and escaped for a little while from the trials of life.

And in keeping with the spirit of the day…no great epiphany and no witty ending to this blog. Just imagine a dancing monkey with a little hat. It worked for me.