Monday, April 14, 2008

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 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.

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kmath said...

Mondays suck! I second you on the retail therapy. I need some too.