The day is not right somehow. I shall dub it "The Day of the Finger"

I am having a day. I feel off. Not melancholy or sad. Not sick. Just OFF. Don't know why. Don't really know how. I Need something, I just don't know what. Want something, just don't know what.

Today is a day I could quit my job for no apparent reason. Just say "screw it" and walk out. Even though I have a wife and child with another on the way. Even though my wife would have an aneurysm, COBRA insurance would reduce my savings in a matter of weeks, Murphy's law would state that my car would breakdown or a trip to the emergency room would be in order. Even though every rational, clear headed part of me would vehemently oppose such a move. Today, in the right circumstances, I could throw the throttle forward and "damn the torpedoes", as the saying goes. Clearly, it would take a little impetuous, I'm not going to go postal because someone left the coffee pot empty and I have to wait 3 minutes for a cup of java. Really though, I don't think if it came down to it, if I had the choice thrust before me. Take a big ration of crap or walk out and leave the finger high in the air. . . . today would be a day to fly.

I am capable of anything today. I am unpredictable today. . . . I mean really. Something that I would never ever ever in a million years do. . . . . I could do today. I could shave my head and join a biker gang today. Tomorrow, I would be calling and asking for my job back, looking for a hat and trying to set an appointment to get that Hell's Angels Tattoo removed. But today! . ! . ! . I could eat a sandwich. . . . with mayonnaise. (gasp!!!)

You just don't know crazy that would be for me, let's just say that under normal circumstances. You would be more likely to see me riding with the Hell's Angels and shooting at cops than eating mayonnaise. It is more likely that I will have sex with a teenage hooker on national TV, as the half-time show of the Superbowl (Janet's boob in the back ground), on my anniversary with my wife in attendance and on stage (with a weapon that could maim and or kill me in hand). . . . . than to eat mayonnaise. Oh, and my anniversary is 5 months away from the Superbowl. I'm just saying. That is how I feel today.

Ever feel that way? I may need to get away for a few hours and go fishing . . . . that never hurts.

I'll try and post occassionally now. . . . . maybe I just miss blogging. We'll see.