i know i'm late. what do you care? stop draggin feet.

there is this woman who works in my office, over there in the back. i don't know her name or what she does. all i know is that she drags her feet. always. i think it is a problem with her shoes. in general she dresses pretty sloppy and her appearance is somewhat manlike and she wears clogs. everyday. big clunky clogs that drag along the carpet as she slomps past my desk. my teeth grit and fists clench. so imagine it, the sound, the clenching, the overall mundane laziness of these clogs. that is how my day has been going. my day is the sound of feet dragging on industrial carpet. my fists are clenched. only 2 and a half more hours to go.

messenger isn't working properly at work which i think is contributing to the drag. i normally answer the phones and talk on msn to co-workers, it helps to pass the time. today there is none of that and the internet can only help you kill time for so long before boredom sets in. so here i sit staring at the cubicle wall. tick tick tick. the clock rythmically passing my time.

for those wondering i never did go to writing class (and i know some of you think i was all talk and that i would go just to not be a quitter). in fact i all but forget that it was last night and never had even a moment of "did i do the right thing". i usually have the residual guilt associated with quitting but it turns out this time i got off easy. i am a champion quitter.

so what have i been doing all afternoon? obsessing over a birth plan. what goes in it, do i know enough, how do you word it, is it necessary. i think it is safe to say that the idea of birth is becoming more and more a part of my general day to day thinking. only 12 more weeks. hard to believe. i keep asking myself "how hard can this be?" and the answer keeps coming back. "harder than you would think".

only 2 hours 10 minutes.