h is for...

sunday night with henry rollins...he launched his show by apologizing for it being 9pm sunday night, recognizant of what early monday morning brings for too many: return to work for another week. he spoke for two and a half hours: intelligent, silly, thought-provoking, hilarious, engaging.

the aftermath of this particular evening with henry found me waddling in the sunday night blues, predictably bleeding over to monday morning. in my semi-conscious saunter from the car to the office, toting my purse and my lunch bag, like a good office employee, i admitted to myself this morning that many days i don't dread it, but that i never anticipate it joyfully. no, there's no joy to it. many mornings, i go through the motions, as if i have simply resigned myself to this sort of work-life. but then there are the days where i'd rather not bother or be bothered. today qualifies.

or did. until i received e-mail notification that i have now become myspace friends with hugh laurie. my request had been pending for weeks as he had not logged in since july. how my monday brightened! this could very well carry me through the entire day, which, while an exciting development, is simultaneously a pathetic statement of my current work-state.