So with my days off, I've pretty much done nothing of substance. I'm not even sure what day it is anymore. It's like I'm taking a vacation from the world. It's really nice, actually. BUT I'm getting bored. It's been7 days off work (actual days). And while I've actually done about half a hour of work every day, what with checking in the office, checking my email, calling clients, reading arbitrator's awards, and editing memos, it's not the same. Though I have to say, I've had a chance to read several books (these are NON LAW RELATED books!) I forgot that it was even possible to read books that were not law treatise. (I really need to reorganize my life so that I *make* time for stuff like that during the year. Not just my random vacation at the end of the year. I am accepting advice...)

And what about my noble dream to finally unpack my house. Ahh...it will have to stay just a dream...But no regrets. I had a noble plan to write a letter too. Hasn't happened. I don't want to do the things I have to do, or even should do. I want to do nothing except what I don't have to do and am choosing to do.

What I *haven't* done is spend $750. That's how much I have left in my tax deductible medical expenses. So anyone who has medical receipts that they want to send to me...let me know.

But I have been domestic today. I went to a light store. I didn't even know before today that there were stores that sold only lights. Nor did I know that every light that I liked would cost $4000. Seriously. $4000. FOR A LIGHT. (They are really cool lights though.) Rest assured, even I have limits. As much as I never thought I'd say that...(I did learn that I hate traditional lights, I hate post modern light...leaving me with a contemporary look. I have no idea what that really means.)

So with I got into an OC marathon. It occurred to me. Does Marissa do anything OTHER than cry?? (Sorry. That's as deep as I get. It's the OC. What did you expect. Oh, that, and how adorable is Seth Cohen?)

Ok, a few nudges. First, Matt (who celebrated a birthday on Monday) wrote a brilliant post about the direction the world is heading in. If I may quote him for a moment:

And what used to be considered politeness, thoughtfulness and empathy for others has now been labeled as 'political correctness', made to look radical, and we're seeing people starting to reject it, almost as if they just can't stand to be tolerant of one another.

Really. Go read the entire thing. It's brilliant. No matter what I say, I can't do it justice. So I won't even try. (I haven't figured out how to link to a specific one of his posts, but it's the one entitled Era posted on Tuesday.

And speaking of birthday's, which I did at some point in this post, it's Ms. Jennifer's birthday today. So everyone wander on over and wish her a happy birthday.

Finally, Curtis is trying determine what makes a subjective attraction. A noble quest. Perhaps futile, but noble, nonetheless. Which got me thinking, which is really irritating when I'm on vacation and just want to mess up my internal clock by sleeping all day and playing all night. But I digress. As any of my friends can tell you, much as I don't believe in gravity, I don't believe in blondes. Even light brown hair is debatable. But that's not really an answer. It's more of an observation. The two main qualities for me are brilliance and insanity. I'd like to say that I'm kidding. But if anyone wants to get into such a noble discussion...

Oh, before I forget, let us acknowledge Susan Sontag's life. I actually like her, but I can't help but think of the quote from Bull Durham: "Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days." That, by the way, is part of Kevin Costner's three great baseball movies. (OK, maybe calling For The Love Of The Game a "great" movie is an overexaggeration, but only slight. And perhaps my love of all things baseball influences that, but come on, it's not like I'm talking about Summer Catch or anything. And Field of Dreams is one of my ultimate favorite movies ever. Whenver I am in a mood, that is the movie that I'll watch. I have seen that often enough that I will randomly quote the movie. In fact, looking back, I somewhat did in this post alone. One of my favorite parts of the movie. But I digress. Wait, no I don't; I didn't have a point. Excellent.

Finally, a few fun stories for those who are a bit bored at work today:
First, evidentally it pays well to be a professional begger.
Second, umm...he carved his own forhead?
Third, while it's better to give than receive...they didn't exactly mean giving your family a lesson in arson.

Ok, it's almost 4. I'm off.