I’m sooooooo tired. How tired am I? Here’s my really lame poem for the day:
Think kind, blank mind.
Think rose, rank toes.
Can’t think, Can’t drink.
Don’t care if my feet stink.
If you think that’s bad, I left a 2 hour meeting where the new guy-–who was an hour late— came in to tell us all the wonderful things he was going to do, and didn’t bother to listen to the 7 other people in the room with 15 years experience who have
BEEN THERE, DONE THAT and…..news flash!
!!!! IT. DOESN’T. WORK. !!!!
On top of THAT, I had to write my way though the meeting because I have laryngitis. Talk about frustrating! Or don’t. Have you ever tried to write out a scream? It doesn’t have the same effect.
Quite literally, I just can’t talk about it.