I often daydream at work about suddenly tossing a stack of papers in the air and running around in a circle, waving my arms overhead and screaming. It's a coping mechanism for the stress and monotony of The American Cubicle Monkey.
Today is Saturday, and while I've spent plenty of it on work, I haven't been into the office (thanks, Internet). But I was reading last week's issue of Time and felt that familiar urge creep in.
That's silly, said the single adult cell of my brain, and you're not even at work.
So? said the rest of the cells.
And so, in the middle of an article about The Daily Show, I threw the magazine in the air, jumped off the couch and started running and waving and screaming, in circles in the living room, down the hall, in circles in the bedroom, back down the hall, rinse and repeat.
It was incredible. I cannot even tell you how amazing it felt. Score one for the rest of the cells. I'm going to have to try this at work and see if it feels as good there.
Of course, now I have to try to convince my dog and my cat that I'm not mortally injured or insane, so there's one downside, but otherwise? Flawless. Would definitely recommend.
