touch a truck

Not sure if I will be in the mood or the children will be herded effectively, but touch a truck is tentative on the Friday agenda.
I'm indifferent. I am open ended in my planning because chaos and apathy make things difficult to ensure resultwise.
Another timequake occurred at work. I'm not fast but I finished early. Just bored of it, I guess. Place needs to be dirtier, or more obviously dirty. I could be in worse predicament, and I am lucky for my silly problem.
I dislike being "poor" in that I almost laughed at the Edward Jones fellow going door to door when he offered his pamphlet of services. John Milton gives me pause for I rather be poor in a nice neighborhood than "rich" in a shantytown.
Tired. Nap was insufficient. I need to shower to wake not itchy and gross.