June 24th, 2004

vest

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Coming into work this morning was difficult.  First, not really wanting to be here, and then, the drive taking two hours instead of the normal 25 minutes.  There were several times, I contemplated just going home.

Of course, I guess I can't really complain, since my morning commute wasn't as bad as the two who killed themselves on the highway and caused all the backup.  When I finally got up to where the accident had occurred, where I was made to turn around and go back, I could see the cars.  If you really used your imagination, you could almost make out the one used to be a car.  Made me think, if Picasso had painted cars, that's what they'd look like.

Anyway, I'm now back from lunch with Starbucks in hand.  Maybe the afternoon will be better.