Just Breathe

April 17th, 2002

I can finally breathe. I’m taking these big, full, breathy gulps of morning air. It’s almost cool in my 12X14 cubby, because I’ve got my fan on full, and the sun hasn’t hit my window yet. It’s almost like meditation. Yes, but I can’t close my eyes and visualize Buddha, as that would render me incapable of writing this blog.

I’d like to open my door - increase the cool air’s circulation, but I’m sitting in my underwear. While they are incredibly cute (hot pink, string bikini type), I’m not sure that the Honeys would appreciate seeing the spread of my tushy this early in the morn.

Why am I breathing? For the first time in a very long time, I have absolutely no work to do - at least for the moment. Homework in all my classes is finished, and I’m in the process of completing some mammoth projects - mostly the Center for Wireless Telecommunications web page, and the recruitment folder for Mr. Mussolini, the wood science man. Both projects are coming along, and will be completely finished in less than two weeks. This is a great feeling folks.

So what does one do when they have free time? I really don’t know. Maybe I should read a book (for fun), or teach myself to dance the Fandango. Maybe I should email an old friend, flip some pancakes, plan a trip to London, or do summersaults down my 100 ft. stretch of hallway.

Maybe I should buy a cat, a dog, a mudskipper. I really want a Mudskipper. I’ve wanted one ever since I saw the cute, slimy things in Ripley’s Aquarium in Gatlinburg.

Maybe I should plant a garden, buy a tiara, end this blog.

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