"Coconuts are tropical and this is a temperate zone."

I was on vacation all of last week.  I got so much done!  I cleaned half the garage (believe me, half is a pretty damn big job), painted a closet (it's a big closet), changed a light fixture (I don't even know how to do that!), and buried all my A/V cables in the wall/crawlspace.  Plus I took my car to get aircared (passed with flying colours, thank you very much), played video games, watched some DVD's, and cleaned up the garbage from the back patio.  Okay, okay, the video games and watching DVD's aren't really productive, but when you don't get to play except late at night when you're already tired and you never get to watch a movie from beginning to end uninterrupted, it's a big deal.

After having this time off, I was so ready to go back to work.  Don't get me wrong, I love being off work.  I love it so much I wish I could do it every day.  I wish I could do it every day and then marry it.  I wish I could do it every day, marry it, and then have kids with it so the not-going-to-work think can be passed on to my next generation.  Anyway, that didn't make sense at all, but the point is that I love not having to work.  But, since I do have a job and I'm kinda obligated to do some work at that job, and I actually like my job (that totally contradicts my whole I-love-not-going-to-work thing), I go every day and do a little bit of stuff here and there.  I've actually got a lot of stuff to do, but I've been avoiding it and saving it up for a day when I really don't have time to do it so I can be so freakin busy I'll have to stop and blog about it at work.  I'm not really making much sense here, am I?  I'm like a fricken monty python sketch right now.