Daydreams

I’ve been daydreaming a lot lately. At random times about random things. Usually I’m thinking about the next thing I have to do instead of focusing on what I’m doing but mainly it’s been pretty random. For example:

In a meeting the other day: We’re having a conference call and I’ve totally zoned out and I’m staring out the window and noticing how close the buildings are (from the 20th floor) and I’m thinking to myself I wonder if I could JUMP from building to building.

On the bus: I take my car to a lot and park it and ride the bus into town (gotta save on gas so I can have cash to buy all that stuff my son doesn't need!) and it always amazes me how people have no bus etiquette. They put their bags in the seats or they are having a full blown telephone conversation on the bus. Talking loudly. There was a guy in front of me who I imagined myself tapping on the shoulder and saying, “Who are you talking to? Can I talk to them? Can you ask them what they think about global warming or when the war in Iraq will come to an end? I mean since your conversation is obviously so important you are sharing it with everyone on the bus!”

At my desk: I am surrounded by pictures of my son and I start thinking about taking him to see Kung Fu Panda (we’re going this evening) and then I start thinking about Angelina Jolie and all of her kids and think it’s just not fair that she gets to have all those babies, a nanny (or two) to help her out, a boatload of money AND Brad Pitt.

In the car on my way home: I start daydreaming while simultaneously riding the bumper of the car in front of me and refusing to let in those people who get in the lane that is ending and want to cut in front of you after you patiently waited your turn in line-anyway I daydream about a story I’m writing about a married couple who met in high school. I think about Common and Nia Long playing the characters on the big screen but then I think they kinda look like they could be related.

At the library with my son: We are the only black people in the library except for two girls on the computer who are logged into myspace. I wonder what other parents I know are doing with their kids. I think about my sister, her kids are probably locked out of the house while she’s getting some sleep. Just kidding, that only happened once. (maybe it did. . .maybe it didn't. .)

At this moment: I should totally be working instead of chronicling my latest daydreams because I am already imagining my supervisor trying to get an update from me at 5:00 and me looking at her like she has six eyes.

Yawn. All this daydreaming is making me sleepy. Speaking of daydreaming. . I love this song. . .had no idea who the heck Lupe Fiasco was/is but I'm a huge fan of the incomparable Miss Jill Scott!