It's been four days since I've hit the blog trail and my verbal hiking boots are a little shifty and scuffed. Too much work. Too little life. Too few gray cells at work...
Today's topic is "Why am I on the computer at 9:09PM and I haven't had dinner or done anything useful since I put in an 11 hour day today?" I really do need to get a life, filch it, steal it outright, buy one, trade for one...something!! It's not that I don't find work rewarding. It does put the proverbial roof over my head and food on my table (if I ever get there in the evening to eat something--and cereal doesn't count), but too many hours of work make Jack a dull guy and me a nitwit!! But it is Wednesday (weirdest sounding day of the week name) and that means we're heading to Thursday and the weekend. This is a recurring theme in my life. I'm actually going to thrill myself this Friday by leaving work early so I can get home and...ta-da! mow the lawn!! I may have to take some Valium so I don't get too excited about the prospect of my Friday evening activity. Of course, then I'll not be able to drive "under the influence" and I won't make it to work and then I won't earn any money and then I won't be able to pay my mortgage and then I'll get all depressed and I'll find myself on another night sitting at the computer at 9PM writing about how my life is spiralling out of control.
Well, just because I want to end this on a perky note, I'd like to say thank you to my huge audience of blog readers--those two or three brave souls who check out my blog occasionally because they just can't believe someone 62 can be this strange. Did I ever mention that my mother was traveling through Roswell, pregnant with me, when there was a report of aliens landing? Take me to your leader...earthling. Oh, heck. Take me to the dinner table.
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So, if you're an alien, does that make me one??? That would explain soooooo much.
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