Stephen Mejias

Monday is a holiday. President's Day. I am happy about that. I need a day off like our country needs a stimulus package.

Typically, on Fridays before a three-day weekend, we are granted a 1pm closing time, so we can, like, get us a jumpstart on all the fun, or something. I don't know. It usually stresses me out; I wind up rushing around, trying to accomplish everything on my list before the office becomes a ghost town.

This is just the kind of person I am; I get stressed out about the slightest bumps in my daily routine. I can't even believe my armpits right now. They are like waterfalls. I have a few blog entries up my sleeve—you know, I want to let you know about the Lights show I plan to attend tomorrow evening at Union Pool, and then there's the next Brooklyn Record Riot (this Sunday, from noon until 8pm at Warsaw), and on top of all that, the folks at the Princeton Record Exchange have just received a large collection of blues albums! I also really need to get some filing done; all of the accounting records for the last three months are just kind of staring at me with this look that says:

"Yo, bitch, don't you know it's 2009? File my ass!"

But I just can't help it. I've got this feeling inside me that's telling me to go home and enjoy the beautiful day.

I'm thinking that's exactly what I'm going to do. Just as soon as I request all the images for the next issue of Stereophile.