This year's

God Damnit.

Even though I left my house with plenty of time to get to work, I'm already seven minutes late and another five miles at 80mph on 35W. Fuck it, I waited in line at ERC for ten minutes to buy coffee for the office, they'll deal. The parking lot was completely empty when I arrived. I check the clock and it is 8:45--where was everyone? I sat in my car for a minute before I realized something must be wrong. I can still feel last night's liquor in my movements, I have to be imagining things. I touch the cold window to make sure I'm awake. This would definately be the most lucid dream I've experienced. I try calling my boss but the number has been disconnected. Maybe its not Saturday? My phone's calander convinces me otherwise. I look at the car clock again. It must be off: both phone and car somehow entangled in a cruel joke. With ten minutes before open, everyone drives up in a row. "Surprise, we decided to all go out for breakfast. We thought about calling you but then figured you'd be alright."... thanks.

I just noticed today a moderate pain on my the lower right side of my stomach. Maybe its my appendix ready to burst; maybe the debauchery is finally catching up to me. Safe bets say its the latter--I don't know why the sudden bout of hypocondria arrived. Work was unquestionably the busiest I have ever seen it in the 4.5 years I've been there. We'll see where the day goes from here.