i'd wile away the hours

All in the world I want to do is call off work tomorrow, watch the final game that decides the World Cup, and drive up to the city at a far more decent hour.

Not only would this be irresponsible, I guess I've already pretty much screwed myself by having already revealed a)my desire to get off early so I can drive to NYC and b)my appreciation for the World Cup, which alienates me from *everyone else I work with.*

Still, I sure wish I could wake up, sniffle a lot, and croak into the phone, "You know what Rob? I can hardly breathe today. I'm sorry to leave you in a lurch, but I need to take today off." Or, more honestly (horrid allergies aside): "I'm sorry, my homosexual ass really needs to watch soccer and then go visit my boyfriend. Luckily, business has been wicked slow these past few days and you'll hardly even notice you need me there!"

Sniff, snarf, snit.