The Work Day

So I am sitting in my little cubicle at work wondering how I can make this day go by faster? Soon someone will come in and tell me that we are heading out on a field check and despite how much fun that usually is I have a feeling that it won't be today. I feel sick for some reason. My head is spinning and my stomach is churning, I just want to go back to bed. Unfortunately that won't happen for a while.

After work I am getting on a bus and going back to Prescott for the weekend. It should be fun Dave and I are going to swim and watch my dad ump a ball game (hopefully). Maybe my dad will give me a dollar to get candy from the canteen like he used to when I was little, I always liked that.

I wrote the above on July 7, 2006. I found it in my drafts just now and thought I would post it, uncompleted as it is.