The stapler comes filled with staples - those drug companies think of everything - and it sports the name, Rozerem. I have no idea what drug that is or what it does but learning about it is now on my To-Do list for the day. It's funny, in a quixotic way, for the government and society in general, to demand a drug-free society in one breath while simultaneously advertising company-made drugs along every venue possible. But whatever, that's not what I want to focus on here.
Full day of work today and apparently, the Celtics won the title last night. I'm hearing now that there's supposed to be a parade tomorrow, Thursday to congratulate them. Eh, sports. I really have no interest in them.
So, what am I doing with this post? Contemplating fatherhood? Marriage? Work? Booze? Upcoming summer parties? Twizzlers? Sleep? The gym?
I'm reading a book by John Grisham called The Partner and it's ok. Definitely not his best work but at least it's been able to hold most of my attention. It's not one of those books where I find myself postponing things in order to pick it up and read just a few more pages but it helps pass the time on the train. When Grisham's on, he's a damn, good writer. When he's not, stuff like The Partner get published - and it gets published, I'm sure, because of his name, not because of any real merit concerning the story.
I just finished the bottle of Diet Coke I'd started a couple of nights ago while I was doing the overnight shift. Time to open another.
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