too much time on my hands

oh the styx, makes me get to missin' camwon.

I tricked myself into getting up an hour early yet am still hard-pressed for time to ready myself before work.

something is wrong with the air here. it's tiresomely dry, but still somehow, when I apply lotion it seems to stick to my skin all day. forget this silk shirt I'm wearing, it's more like a plastic raincoat, think pam anderson in playboy; without the breasts, without the sex appeal, with all the mugginess.

maybe I'll go home sick today. cough, cough.