Lupe Fiasco

Oh yeah. Settin' up for the bottom turn. I hope that's what I was doing. I think that's what I was doing. Okay, I'll go out on a limb and say, yes, I was setting up for a wicked, rail-only bottom turn. Hmmm. That was the day of the serious off-shore winds—check out the hair being blown back out of my face—that kept all but a few of us out of the water. I'm even wearing booties! I must have been on crack when I decided to put those things on. I won't be wearing them again any time soon.

I'm sitting at home right now, having taken the day off for that big test the doctors wanted Soul Brother #1 to take. As it turns out, he's fine; the test found nothing out of the ordinary. The problem with taking time off from work is that you enjoy the freedom . . . and the sunlight. Did I ever mention that I work in a building with few windows? My department has no windows at all. Not one. That itself is torture. I'd like to think I won't be at this job long. In a previous life, I probably would have quit already. But in a previous life, I wasn't a parent. My goal now is to find a way out of this life without compromising the financial health of this family.

And, no, the title of this post has nothing to do with what I wrote. The title refers to the CD I'm listening to as I type.