Here I sit, feet up on the desk

My day began early, although no earlier than usual. There's 90 minutes left of my work day until I can get my ass out of this office and head home for the weekend. I'm done working for the day. In fact, my day typically ends at noon on Fridays while I leave the rest of the work day attempting to seem busy. My feet are propped up on the desk and I question the cleanliness of the area below my feet and lower legs. This space I reserve especially for piss tests. I make every effort to have the soiled tests touch solely the clipboard I have designated for such use. Unfortunately, several my clients sometimes put their plastic cups of freshly warm urine directly on my desk. I think mostly this happens out of ignorance and partially out of spite. Regardless, these pants will be laundered this weekend anyway.

I feel my colon humbly requesting that I take a shit before the colon gets upset and vomits out it's only exit. I've felt this urge to take a shit since lunch, but I've held it off. It's been procrastinated out of laziness and out of hope I can manage to hold it until it can be released into my home bowl.

The beam of sunlight on the desk has moved from the rubber grip on that pen to the plastic cap affixed to the end. Seems quite a tremendous move in the short time I have been writing this entry. 77 minutes remain. I'm going to go wander down the hall, stopping to make sure all my car windows are intact.

Gravity crept my inner contents closer to the floor so I made a stop to the restroom. Lucky for me I chose the restroom with the plunger. Of course, the plunger is the only needed tool when it's not available. This killed some time, 65 minutes remaining.

Now I'm considering leaving work 15 minutes early. 50 minutes remaining.

I keep feeling as though there's work I need to complete, work that will quickly surface to the list of priorities come Monday. Unfortunately, or should I say fortunately, nothing specific comes to mind. Instead, I watch a CNN video about a student who emailed a picture of a dick to his entire high school. I guess he not well accomplished enough to email a picture of his own genitals, so a larger, more porn friendly dick will better satisfy his mischievous mission.

I'm done for the day. Let the weekend start.