Here we come Crawling out of bed
We're trying to shake out all the gronk in our heads.
Hey, hey we're the Gronklies, and people say we don't know what's up.
But we're busy brewing coffee, and looking for the goddamn cup.
We go to work like zombies, 'cuz that's what we're paid to do.
We forgot what it's like to be rested, And our brains are filled with glue.
We're not trying to be friendly, 'cuz that would require caffeine.
We ain't the young generation, We wish this was still a dream.
Any time or any day...
Just look over your shoulder, get the fuck out of the way.
Gronklies to you, too!
I'm fighting the consciousness battle here, and I think another application of caffeine is called for!
On the other hand, it's 28F, and supposed to go to a balmy 37F. There was Actual Meltage yesterday, and I walked around bareheaded and unbescarfed.
Oh, and Hippo Birdies, Anne!
amych, I was thinking about you last night. How are the wedding plans coming along?
Many Happy Returns of the Day, Anne!
Happy Birthday, Anne!!
Wow, the nightshift was looking to roam last night. And, it's snowing again, but tapering off. And I have a nice, hot cup of coffee. Not bad so far. Also remembered to return my library books yesterday. Even better.
Happy birthday, Anne!!!
Feel better, Nilly!
Hey, remember when we were talking about complimenting people on weight loss? [link]