Neither Eloquent nor Poetic

It has been one day shy of a week off of work. It has been a relatively pleasant time off. Aside from the three days spent living in the bathroom while running anywhere from a mild fever up to a decent 104. It was a long three days just past. In retrospect I think that I would have rather been at work. It did get me thinking a bit though about those dear to me in a far worse predicament than living in a bathroom with wicked diarrhea and a fever. All of those boys over seas stuck in the giant sandbox of the middle east who didn't get to see their families this holiday, including one of my best friends, Jason. My heart goes out to him, and their families who want nothing more than to have them home. Out of respect for them, I will not sit and bitch endlessly about returning to work tomorrow, as much as I might like to. There are worse predicaments to be in. I should be grateful that I get to return to work tomorrow when so many out there don't have that opportunity. Being sick did inspire me to pick up my guitar again and give it a go. I must say that I was pleasantly reminded just how much pleasure I find in making music, albeit bad music (lol).

To everyone out there, Happy Thanksgiving.