Fuck it.
I’m Ferris Bueller.
I’m going to make chili, watch the Olympics, drink beer and nap. To hell with society!
I wanna say, “Good for you! You go!”
But it’d be a lot easier if I knew what you blew off to play hooky? Just another day at the office, ho hum? Leaving a coworker to do twice the work? Cause someone else to get hauled into work to cover for you? Will it piss off the boss? Or barely be noticed?
I want to rejoice with you, truly. But I gotta at least know you didn’t cause someone’s surgery to be rescheduled!
Na. No one will suffer.
I just watched this and laughed my ass off.
I’m with you! I’m exhausted so I took the day off.
Nobody’s even in today, the people who are in are wrapped up in an audit I have nothing to do with, and it doesn’t matter which days I work this week because I have nothing due.
The plan is to read books, critique fiction and work on my own book, and maybe cook something. And probably sleep a lot.
That’s old school. Is that Rick Moranis?
Yes. Rick Moranis on SCTV. Brilliant.
Today here was a beautiful day, and I wished I had played hookey. It was perfect for golf.
The one truly shitty thing about owning your own business is that there’s no such thing as playing hooky. 
You also can’t throw a hissy fit, scream “fuck this place”, and walk out. Without looking like a fool.