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IF ONLY EVERY MONDAY WERE A HOLIDAY
January 19, 2009

I know this is likely an unhappy topic for most of you since you do not have today as a holiday, but I am writing this blog post in the comfort of my own home. My work, God bless ‘em, acknowledges MLK Jr. Day as a corporate-wide holiday. It is my sincere hope they will eventually acknowledge all Mondays as holidays. But I digress.

So, what have I done so far today?

I slept in a little. A cold has been plaguing me the past couple days, so the extra sleep was nice. I’ve poured me a glass of Coke Zero, which I’m sipping on as I write this sentence. I don’t know what it is, but Coke Zero tastes extra awesome-y on relaxing holidays at home. I have zero new e-mails, which either means I’m incredibly unpopular or that anyone who normally writes me is languishing away at their jobs and too melancholy to e-mail. For my ego’s sake, I’ll assume it’s the latter. I turned on the television and found Giada DeLaurentiis on the Food Channel, which I’m fairly certain is God’s way of saying, “Enjoy your day, My son.”

What will I do the rest of today, you ask?

Whatever I want. The world is my oyster!

Translation: I’ll make me a sandwich, pour me some more Coke Zero, put in a Wings DVD I was given for Christmas, and goof around online.

It will be a magical day.

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