Hey, What Happened to Friday?

So Friday I told everyone not to come in while I sat around and mulled over my paranoia. That stupid April Fools’ joke with Tom and Sia putting up fake security cameras flipped me out way too much.

It’s not like someone bought me a fake winning lottery ticket. You see someone on YouTube doing that and think, Who would do that to a friend? I guess there’s no assurance that the recipient is a friend. I would do it to my high school freshman Spanish teacher. You could tell, the moment she walked into the room every day, that she hated our guts. Great gig for a teacher. She was this tiny old lady, so with any luck she’s dead and I couldn’t do the lottery ticket trick on her. That makes me feel like a better person.

Anyway, I thought about why I was so upset and it came back to having nothing to do and not knowing what to do. Crappy combo. I thought about writing a proper letter to the SAaLI computer/unit designers, but I couldn’t sort out what “proper” would be. Someone screams at you via mail and, by golly, you’re gonna jump right onto getting back to them.

I ended up going home and giving the various animal cages a good scrub down. Then I took out my silver martin rabbit, Peachy, and we watched TV. He got restless and I can’t say I blame him because Friday night TV—you try to find something good on. I ended up telling him the tale of the heroic chiropractor bunny who was somewhat looked down upon by society. After many trials and good deeds it turns out that he is, in fact, a physician, and he rejoices. But then he never gets any sleep.

I’ve told that story to Peachy I-don-t-know-how-many times and he always loves it.