Stardate 817113F, shorts-wearing captain’s log:
Second day – thrill is almost gone. Like the sugar and flavor in a piece of Fruit Stripe gum, diminishing returns has now brought me to the place where it’s just gum – just shorts – big deal.
Note: this could just be a case of the Mondays. (See Office Space).
Friday, August 17, 2007
shorts log day 1
Stardate 8171132, shorts-wearing captain’s log:
On this first day of my new uniform, I noticed that my step is much quicker. No shushing of long, heavy pant legs on the carpet.
The sense of freedom is overwhelming. I feel vaguely inspired to start up a game of tag with like shorts-wearers. I may go out for candy later – forget that stolid, healthy lunch.
Anything seems possible and fun. Even…work.
On this first day of my new uniform, I noticed that my step is much quicker. No shushing of long, heavy pant legs on the carpet.
The sense of freedom is overwhelming. I feel vaguely inspired to start up a game of tag with like shorts-wearers. I may go out for candy later – forget that stolid, healthy lunch.
Anything seems possible and fun. Even…work.
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