The calender says it Monday

Which really sucks. So much happened over the weekend that I was contemplating calling in to work today to rest from the weekend. Didn't happen. Here I sit, at work, a pile of shit, well work, to be done and I just don't feel like doing it.

My mind is racing 100mph. I drove 100 miles this morning and I know where I went but I couldn't tell you where I went. The blinders were on the entire way. Radio was playing, every song I heard reminded me of something. Whether it was the kids, the ex, my parents...it didn't matter.

I think I'm in need to some retail therapy. Which really sucks because Pres. Douche isn't supposed to get our checks to us until May 9 (and if you dont' know when you're getting yours check the IRS, they have it all planned out). When I do get that check its gone. I have so many unfinished projects and things that need to be done, I won't get any therapy.

Damn...a woman with no therapy but alas...I have Bud Light in the fridge. Okay, all is well now.

Haiku Friday

The day is still young
Bud Light waits for me at home
When will it be five

My mind is now blank
Haikus always make me think hard
This is what you get

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