My Long Lasting Impact Upon this World

Sometimes I feel as if I have had no long lasting impact upon this world. But, this morning, as I returned home from working, and sat drinking my second cup of coffee a thought came to me. Possibly, my magnum opus.

I shall have a movie made of my life! Because my life is so exciting, you may ask? NO! Because it is dull, boring and insanely repetative.

Then why make a movie of it? Because, if played for the eight hours when insomniacs should be sleeping, it will put them to sleep! Really, it would.

At least this week's movie would.

Yesterday was the first time I left the house since our St. Nicholas party a week ago today. That is because I've been sick. Just a movie about yesterday could make a 240 pound male sleep for a solid eight hours.

I went to lunch and to Wal-mart with Daughter. Both of us became extremely claustrophobic in Wal-mart, and it wasn't even busy. I was so worn out I sat on the couch for hours looking at pictures in Christmas magazines and coughing.

Then, I went to work. I took three people with me, so that I could get three times the work done. These people are not sick, although one is 9 months pregnant. They are not boring, so don't focus on them in MY movie.

My workers and I had pizza together. One worker went 'out'. One worker watched the Pistons. One worker watched a baby jump inside her. This worker coughed, and looked at pictures in Christmas magazines.

The Pistons game ended and two of my workers went home, the Piston watcher, and the jumping baby watcher.

The other worker, the one who went 'out' called at 2:00 am to tell me that he did not take the garage door opener and could I please let him in. I know I did not get out of bed, so I am not sure what transpired, but I do hear him walking around upstairs, so somehow, he got in. At least I hope it's him. If not, maybe the movie won't be as boring as I think.

Although, those 'info' videos that doctor's offices play in waiting rooms around the world are maybe just a smidge more boring than my life. A smidge. More boring.

But, probably not.

Now, where's my magazine?..