neverbeencool

That’s not just a Diet Coke. That’s my first soda in nearly two months. Another streak ruined.

And why am I drinking a Diet Coke this morning? Because I don’t have any booze in the office. Like you even need to ask.

Well, that, and the fact that it’s the first pleasant, sunny day we’ve had here in the Rose City in weeks, and while I’m stuck here:

everyone else is out there:

(view from my desk)

(view from our conference room)

Those pictures don’t do it any justice. It’s beautiful outside today. Supposed to reach the high 60s, which, for a cold-blooded Northerner like me, is pretty much perfect.

I love throwing Portland and Portlanders under the bus some times, but there are several things I really love about this city. One of them just happens to be how it looks and feels on sunny days. There’s a certain energy that just radiates from the city when the sun finally comes out. People are friendly, the city is bright, the homeless seem to stink a little less… It’s just very pleasant.

But instead of being outside enjoying it, I’m in the office. On a Saturday. And I have to do real work. (After I finish this, of course. A man’s gotta have priorities.)

And I’m in a foul mood. Battlestar Galactica sucked last night (the Number Six turning into Tigh’s wife over and over is still creeping me out this morning, and the whole Cult of Baltar subplot is annoying the piss out of me). And I had one of those horribly realistic nightmares around 3am, the kind where you wake up and lay there for 20 minutes trying to figure out whether or not the shitty things that happened were just a dream or if you actually should be running into your kid’s room to see if she’s still there.

And I can’t seem to stop starting sentences with “and.”

Very glad, though, that nobody reads blogs on weekends.