It's a drum day

I don't want to work.
I don't want to play.
I just want to bang on this drum all day.

An old song. Stuck in my brain. Stuck in my soul. I gotta leave for work now, if I can make one foot go ahead of the other long enough to reach my cubicle.

I gotta find a way to get health insurance and a 401k for drum-banging.