the cruelest and sweetest words received via email so far today:

"sucks you're stuck at work, cuz it truly is fabulous outside."

that's my friend joe, reminding me that i am stuck in this windowless office while the sun has momentarily forgotten the date and is shining not only brightly but warmly as well...when the realization hit me today that it was going to be a beeyewtiful day and that i would miss it all, i was greatly saddened and thereby commissioned one of my non-working friends to spend the entire day outdoors in my stead. i have always held to the belief that if the temperature exceeds 50 degrees during december or january, work should just automatically be cancelled and made up on a cold weekend day...

"it truly is fabulous outside..." like how often is that statement true for chicago in the dead of january??? such a phenomenon should not be commemorated indoors behind office doors in front of computers...it calls for face-in-the-sun-hair-in-the-wind-body-in-motion romp in the meadows...do we have meadows in chicago? i love that word...meadows...meadows...where are my meadows...

i really want a road trip now...i wonder if ted will drive up to madison w/ me on friday for nepali food? maybe joe...i suppose we could drive to starved rock...it's closer i think...i just want to be outdoors...but it will be 25 by friday...shit...opportunity lost because of responisbilities...i should've taken today off instead of friday...

hijack the day, my friends...especially if it's a warm sunny day in january in chicago...

listening to--
wilco wilco wilco
reading, writing & arithmetic--the sundays