Okay, I think Pickle Juice (see the links on the side) is starting to rub off on my titles here.
Today I am tired, tired, tired and I have no one to blame but myself. I mean, who Else can I blame for keeping me up past midnight three days in a row, knowing I would have to get up sometime between 6:00 and 6:30 a.m.? (usually a might closer to the 6:30 time, but I digress)
Okay, I admit it, I am obsessing. I am sucking down the coffee of contrition for my sins. I admit it, I have an obsessive personality. If some is good, more is better. Like a game or a new hobby? Keep going until you drop. Find a new and fascinating person? Stalk them like the love starved weirdo you really are (okay, no, I take that back. I don't want to sound too pathetic.)
I keep telling my coworkers that I think I might be coming down with something. They must think I am halfway to dying based on how many times I have used the sickness excuse for dragging around like a java zombie.
Does that mean I will go to bed at a decent hour tonight? *snort*
Yeah, fat chance.
Posted by sychotic1
at 2:38 PM PDT
