My desk/office/computer job is sucking up my desire to write… and my tan… and my natural highlights… and my soul.
– pretending I’m a smoker so I can go outside once an hour
– hand delivering packages topeople instead of using inter-office mail
– bringing fresh flowers into work
– walking home from work
– shopping at lunch (maybe this isn’t the best mechanism)
– remembering Dolly Parton’s “If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain”