Thursday, September 07, 2006

Why is it...

that the only morning I have off during the week is stuffed with playing catch-up with irrational people who think they know more than I do?

that I have exactly NO cold Diet Pepsi in the fridge and must actually make myself a cold drink?

the cat is a freaky piece of fur who continually runs by my chair so that she can freak out even more and race around like she's on crack?

that I've already gotten an email from the chickens' school that says the boy child is not paying attention?

that I've started to feel more productive at work than when I'm at home?

that I was actually having a nice *ahem* dream and then the alarm woke me up to make sure the chickens got on the bus? grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

that I didn't win Powerball last night?

that I haven't had a vacation in God knows when?

Why is it, exactly?

Gotta run. People to deal with, cats to spazz out, and bills to pay.
I miss my rich fantasy life.


Bryan said...

Ah, if only we could dream up our own storyline and have it be real. I think Gabby and I could be very happy together.

Go get stuff done, then get back to writing.

Tori Lennox said...

It's like I've always said, working is highly overrated.

Nienke said...

Hey, at least you HAVE a rich fantasy life...

Amy said...

Sounds like you're having a Monday on a Thursday. That is SO wrong. Here's to a better FRIDAY. :)