elfs | Manic Monday

"I'm going to pretend that all of this is a highly disturbing hallucination."

"You'd be surprised how many civilizations have been founded on that very principle."

Ah, Diablo and some unidentified space monkey once again make terrible sense in today's Goats strip. I love Goats. Oh, and check out Reality Check. Third couple from the front. Go Patty!

This morning as I drove into work I had the weirdest sensation. It had already started out as a pretty strange day-- I awoke at 5:30, a half-hour earlier than usual, and felt fit to get up, hack for half an hour, then head straight into the office. I drove into downtown to drop off my library books (which I'm going to have to check out again later; I didn't finish the second one, and the first was full of good references for a story I'm writing), then drove to the office-- all the while, enjoying myself fully, stereo blazing. (I love Yoko Kanno's techno-instrumental piece The Way Men Fight!) Now, this experience is rather odd, as I usually loathe driving. But there I was, tooling down the freeway, having one of those Steve McQueen moments, focussed vision and all.

I realized I was in a manic phase. Just a mild one. I haven't had a real full-blown case in over a decades and I kinda miss them. (I don't miss the crashes, though.) No worries, though; I got into work, sat at my desk, and it mostly went away. Sigh. On to the soul-crushing working-for-the-Man kind of day. At least I've stolen my boss's chair for the month while he's off on his honeymoon. He uses a 75cm inflatable ball designed for long-duration sitting. I'm trying it out to see if I like it. So far, it encourages wiggling, which I regard as a good thing, since it means I'm not static all day long. My wrists kinda ache this morning; not sure why, I didn't do a lot with them over the weekend, but I've downed a full dose of glucosamine/chondroitin and another of Advil.

(It's a day for comics! Today's Sally Forth! reflects my life well today, too.)