Floating On

Woke up today with a clouded head, some twenty-five minutes after my alarm went off. It was one of those colds that kicks your ass right from the minute you wake up. Calling in sick to work sounded like a really great idea but the monetary consequences didn't. I took three different kinds of cold medicine (two orange, two white, two red) and downed two cups of black coffee before I left the house. By the time I got to work I was happy as a clam.

It was Wilms' last day at the factory today. He was in a good mood and so was everybody else and we finished early. In two weeks he'll be on a plane to Germany, the same plane I'll be on in three months. As much as I love the smell of concrete and grinder dust first thing in the morning, I'm looking forward to my last day at the factory too.

Chris is a fat native who walks around smiling all day. He quit smoking but bought a pack of cigarettes yesterday. He is also amazed by my height, and tends to make a daily comment regarding such. Chris came up to me today, smiling as per usual, "I knew someone as tall as you once. But he shot his head off in front of his mom."

Audio
Death Cab for Cutie - Crooked Teeth
Sigur Ros - Hoppipola
Third Eye Blind - Darkness
Seu Jorge - Life on Mars
Frou Frou - Psychobabble
Moby - Porcelain
Gustavo Santaolalla - Apertura
A Perfect Circle - Annihilation
Emac - Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand