Socially Unacceptable

I'm sitting here thinking about my self-formed question of the day...

Wouldn't it be fun to be socially unacceptable for an entire day? Or, to at least be a social misfit for an entire day--tell people what you really think, avoid all the things you should do (like write your intervention plan that is due Monday), curse with reckless abandon, etc.? Personally, I am intrigued.

So, here I sit, fingers banging away at the keyboard, intervention plan dormant on my jump drive. I am typing a lot, saying little. But hey, that's my prerogative, right? How long until Tuesday when my overstock order should get here? Wow, that was a stream of consciousness moment. Bizarre. And, how exciting...Daytona, take two, tonight! Woo!

You know, blogger's spell-check function is possibly on the fritz. For some reason, it thinks intervention, unacceptable and conscious were all spelled incorrectly. Granted, conscious was not the right word to use and has since been fixed, but still. Now, it doesn't even like the spelling of blogger, hello, conflict of interest much?

Okay, my moments of rebellion are coming to an end, and the pull to do the right thing is becoming stronger. I guess I'm off to go poke the sleeping beast and work on my paper again.

Drat.