I think we need to go back to bed and start over.
That'd take care of the crabassery (which is my new favorite word for this minute) for sure.
It's raining. The last two trips of recycling and the bag of Goodwill clothes are just going to have to wait.
I am clean (again!) and in comfy yoga clothes. And have a People mag with George Clooney. Don't bother me, I'm bunkward.
I think we need to go back to bed and start over.
Can I steal this plan? I'd kind of like a do over of the day.
Nope - over half over - not rerunning today again. SO FLIPPING BORED.
You guys are so funny.
Let me write your sitcom, and make us all a quadrillion dollars.
Let me write your sitcom, and make us all a quadrillion dollars.
Too late. The sitcom is already dead.
Lee - if I could leave here - YES. But no. Another hour and a half our team is going out for lunch/dinner. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Happy, happy. Joy, joy.
NO MOTIVATION. NO DESIRE TO WORK. STUCK IN CAPSLOCK OF BOREDOM.
WILL THE CAPSLOCK OF BOREDOM PROMPT THE SHIFT OF MOTIVATION?