It was as if everyone had swelled

Attended my ten-year high school reunion over the weekend. I have to admit that I was really looking forward to it for very morbid reasons. Namely, I wanted to see all the popular kids lugging enormous beer bellies and screaming kids around. High school was a hard time for me; I grew about two years later than everyone else and was hey-come-over-and-count-my-ribs skinny. I compensated for my puny size by being one of those really arrogant, obnoxious smart kids who tells everyone about their SAT scores. Since graduation, I've grown four inches and filled out fairly well, and matured into one of those really arrogant, obnoxious smart kids who makes fun of people who can't spell. How's that for personal growth? (Fortunately, I'll never get to be arrogant about my looks, since I can best be described as Lyle Lovett with shorter hair and a bigger, more misshapen head.)

Anyhow, I think the popular kids who actually did get fat got wind of my plan to laugh at them, because they all stayed home. The ones who did show were, for the most part, friendly, balanced, well-adjusted and successful. Most of them even looked just like they did when we graduated. I've long since stopped being bitter at these people for not liking me (I WAS obnoxious), but it was mildly disappointing that none of them had really failed at life in the last ten years. At least some of them had a hard time recognizing me until they read my nametag. I also got roaring drunk with the two people from high school I still keep in touch with, so I'm calling the evening a success.

If I were good at transitions, I would put one here.

My boss has actually managed to cure my insomnia by piling so much work on me that I have to stay up until three in the morning to get it all done. Which is what I get for complaining the last few weeks about being bored. But I love my job, because I get to work from home full-time. This has many obvious benefits (no morning routine, no commute, no dress code, no interruptions from noisy coworkers), but the one that's rapidly becoming my favorite is the freedom to curse as loud as I want when I get frustrated. I got an email this morning that sent me stomping around the living room flinging f-bombs at the top of my lungs with occasional pauses so I could give my laptop the finger. It was quite cathartic, and would have been completely impossible if I had still been in a cubicle setting. I propose that all companies build soundproof, windowless rooms for their office-dwelling employees so that everyone can experience this joy. It'd prevent so many aneurysms, heart attacks and beat-downs that the companies would even save money in the long run.

In blog-related news (which I know is a fascinating subject for everybody), Sophistacat left me my first comment, firing a Greek philosophy reference right over my enormous, misshapen head. Diogenes? Ah, sure. I had to look it up, which helped puncture the Arrogant Smart Kid facade I've been talking about. However, I immediately got the "sophist" reference in the blog title, so I went right back to being obnoxious. Getting my first comment has me all giddy. I'm going to see if I can stop blushing long enough to get some lunch.