I'm glad it's not me, having the Mondays. I stayed up too late too, reading a biography of Charlotte Bronte. I blame the Supermoon.
This whole combination of Monday and having to work for a living thing ain't right.
Oh yes.
Angel ,'Chosen'
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I'm glad it's not me, having the Mondays. I stayed up too late too, reading a biography of Charlotte Bronte. I blame the Supermoon.
This whole combination of Monday and having to work for a living thing ain't right.
Oh yes.
My Monday has decided to remind me of all the things I haven't done, yet. Shut up, Monday.
It's 75 here, going up to 80-something, and I really just want to go outside. Stupid work.
OH MY GOD, this meeting is already half an hour over. And it's going to be 91 today. Enough, summer. Just enough.
~ma for your dad, Brenda. Hope everything's ok.
So much ~ma for your dad, Brenda. I'm sending all the good thoughts and vibes your way.
I need six more hours in today. Maybe seven. And someone to nap for me because I don't have time to do that and I'm tired.
I should have taken today off after my ridiculous busy weekend with very little sleep. But we have a big deadline coming up. But I thought I could work from the hotel lobby but it wants to charge me for Internet. So maybe I will go to the airport very early??
Sending all the ~ma for your dad, brenda, and hugs and support for you and your sister. I hope he's better today.
I went to Old Navy today and actually found a cute pair of pants on sale, plus a sweater on clearance, and a hat I can hack for my Madeline costume for $0.49 -- and they couldn't take cash. Because they broke their safe (?!) and therefore didn't actually have cash drawers.
It was a good deal, and I want the things, but since I don't have a card to use, I have to go back, which sort of takes the shiny off it all.
A gov't contracts person turned children's singer in my town calls himself the Pied Piper of [my town]. He maybe never read the end of the story. Or he was too stupid to understand it. The DH and I, when we got stuck going to a performance, used to bet on how many songs he'd forget the words to and have to begin again.
I should probably go back to doing real work, and not reading my neighborhood email.