monkey do

This monkey is back to the grind, sans organ, sans suit, but plenty of the business. When you have 12 days off work, day 1 is utopia. "I am off work for 12 days and this is but the first! It's as if I'll never be at work again! Joy!" And for 2 or 3 days, you believe it.

But, then you start staying up late, wasting time watching The Osterman Weekend or Seven Thieves or 8 1/2. Before you know it, you're waking up around noon (How do people wake-up at 6:30?), rolling out of bed and rolling into the couch. Good thing rolling up is strenous as that's the only exercise you're getting. You eat whatever is readily at hand, drink the same. Beer and Oatmeal for breakfast, maybe a smoothie mixed in here or there (for whatever reason you've decided to start drinking smoothies, the experiment is over by day 5) and some whole-grain noodles and chicken for dinner. The days roll by swimmingly and a warm contentendness falls over you. And then the course blow of regular employment befalls you. The forgotten tones of newAlarmie roil you from a warm bed. Off to work you go. Utopia lost.