the action is elsewhere

had a nightmare last night. (i think it was from that "subliminal message" flash that el meowking turned me to.) as i was thinking about it this morning, i started to imagine i could turn it into a script if i could just remember the details.

alas, i did not write it down. and i've forgotten the twist of the knife. but it involved a bunch of people participating in some program held in a small building. the building had two sides divided by a common staircase, but the participants were forbidden to cross over to the other side... until something happened.

sub zero wind chill. i did not want to make the trek to work today. but i did. in fact, i've made it through the entire week, littered with other people calling out sick. i deserve a reward. where's my prize? there's gotta be a prize...

everybody's got the right to be happy...