I'm playing hookey.

It's kind of shameful, really, that I'm taking a day off when, in about two weeks, I'm leaving the country/going to be out of office for two and a half weeks, but fuck it, it's almost my birthday, and having my mom be happy (for a few nanoseconds) because I'm willing to drive her around for errands in the sloppyish weather is worth any sort of side-eye I might get from my overlords. 

I always make a deal with myself when I play hookey - if I'm going to be a slug and not go into the office, I have to do something of worth with my day.  I took my mom out to the Sam's and the Jewels, so that was good.  I need to get the big-ass suitcase out of the crawlspace.  And, as ever, I should "write something".

"Something"!  *clown horn*