tales from an ordinary world

2002-11-01

The weekend feeling hits early, and the office turns into a mid-afternoon ghost-town. I have no horse, so I amble out just before 6pm and zig-zag my way home. Box noodles and Steve Earle on the CD player - it came up at random, and just seemed to fit. Sometime this afternoon, I felt my ever-present funk lift a little. Perhaps this was "the weekend feeling," too.