Sometimes you think about how awesome it would be to have a nice slow day at work. Till you finish up your shit around 12:30, eat the longest lunch you feasibly can without going out and buying more food, then fight your way till quittin time without getting too bored or completely looking like you aren't doing anything useful.

I could actually leave and no one would either care, or really know... tempting. But I also want ice cream and the wife is picking me up around 3ish...