Restlessness

The jiggling of the foot, the grinding of the teeth, the brain thinking and thinking but not coming up with a damned thing.

Yes, I'm afraid so; the restlessness is upon me.

There's nothing to do and everything to do, the urge is there to do 'em all and the urge not to do 'em rests parallel to that. Where to go and what to do. It's all there waiting...waiting yet not wanting to wait. The choices are vast and the results that they will be made are slender.

I do know one thing 'tho - if that guy next to my office cube passes gas one more freakin' time, I'm going to roll my chair up to the partition, climb on it and peek over the wall and say to this person, "DO YOU MIND?!"

I mean, I have enough crap to worry about without constantly being interrupted by a bodily function that isn't coming from my body!

Sheesh - some people!