Positive

Waking up this morning panned out a lot like the opening scenes of Office Space and Wanted.  I felt absolutely sick to my stomach, and sick in that way that is not even tangible like the 2009 H1N1 virus swine flu thing or a bad hangover.  It’s a sickness that comes from having to do something you truly hate for hours on end and knowing that you’re going to have to keep doing this thing until Friday at about 10:00 p.m.  There’s no escape from it.

Things are looking up though, because if I learned anything from Office Space or Wanted, it’s that by 4:00 p.m. today, I might be enjoying the benefits of botched hypnotherapy or I might be a super assassin avenging the death of my dog Sophie.  So here’s to optimism.  

Yesterday, Tayler and I went to see Ferlinghetti at the San Francisco Film Festival.  Ferlinghetti made an appearance after the film and then Tayler and I followed him into Dosa.  All these San Francisco society types got loaded and asked ridiculous questions.  Some just drunkenly yelled out answers before the director could.  It was a good movie to see in conjunction with reading the graphic novel The Beats.  The theater we went to, the Sundance Kabuki, has a bar.  We were kind of drunk too but blinded by excitement rather than belligerence.  

Then I had to return to work to run numbers and all hope and excitement from the evening was crushed.