Another Night in The Place, And my Mock Turtleneck Just Wreaks...

Well, no, I'm actually at work, and in a white button down...

Yet, some how that lyric came to mind, and even better seemed appropriate. I'm actually having an oddly off beat day.

Let's start from the begining. I woke up today to my make shift alarm clock (my cellphone and a pile of pennies) which happens to make the most atrocious sound in the world. In turn, I wake up and it's 7:43, all of one minute after i'd set the alarm to rouse me the previous evening. First thing I noticed was that i'd some how cut my forearm in my sleep, not like a deep gash or anything, but the kind of scratch that reminds you it might be time to cut your nails. Second thing I noticed was that my back was killing me again. Since the day my back "went out" i've just not been feeling up to par, something just seems off, it's always sore and i'm constantly in fear of it begining to spasm again. Cause, you know, that's not all that fun.

Anyhow, I decided to have my first ciggarette, then lay on the couch for a moment, hoping that'd help with the whole back pain thing. Turned on the TV, went to CNN, which wasn't all that good or informative this morning. So I scrolled up a few channels, and caught the gold medal match in woman's badmitton. I ended up dozing off, not because badmitton isn't an excellent spectator sport, but I had taken some drugs for my back.

Either way, I wake up and it's just about 10 o'clock, have another ciggarette, and consider my options. I decide to call Pat. He wasn't coming into the office today, because he's got to finish the 11th hour details for his wedding this weekend. I just told him the truth, and he suggested a lie would sound better, so I made up some story about being kidnapped by some fine young blonde from the bar last night, where she'd taken me back to her sorority house and chained me down and her and all of her "sisters" went to town on me. Told him i'd just woken up on my porch, naked, bound in duct tape with a sharpie message written across my chest. "Thanks for the great evening, the girls of KOI". We both rather enjoyed that, and he told me to call him when I got into the office.

Actually, i'm going to cut the story short here, and finish it later on, simply because my bagel is consumed, and i've got some work to do.
-To Be Continued...-

-Rys4K

p.s.- I should draft something like that for the Penthouse Forum...