Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : tired, tried, diet, tied, dirt, die…
Where am I?
I’m at home, sitting on a 20-year-old chair in a office that desperately needs to be cleaned.
Did I mention I’m chasing away the 20 pound coon cat? He insists upon standing in front of my computer while I type.
I made a PBJ (peanut butter and jelly) sandwich for breakfast. That used up 1/2 my energy. Eating half of it used another quarter of my energy.
Didn’t know I had jelly on my finger tips. Now the keys are sticky.
Just finished cleaning off the keys. They’re wet, sticky, and 3% of my energy remains.
It’s hard to know when you catch a disease, but I know when I caught mine — sort of.
I can’t remember exactly where, just that some guy in his 80’s looked at me and sneezed in my direction. TWICE! His eyes were saying, “Et tu b!#ch!
I guarantee the sneezes traveled farther than the 6 foot “rule.”
Soooo… I went inside my absolutely useless body to ask God, the Universe and Everything, “Why am I still sick?
Me: Why am I still sick.
GUE: You’re human. humans get sick. Why aren’t you dead?
Me: You mean…it’s my time to die?
GUE: I guess not. You’re still alive.
As you can see, that went well.
To be kind; this has been grueling.
I have to be at work tomorrow and wondering if I’ll make it to my office. But…I’ll be sleeping again in a few minutes, and it’s only 10:10 on a Sunday morning.
Unfortunately, I love the people working in the Administrative Offices and there is no one who deserves to be sneezed at.
There’s more to write, but I have to find a bed before my head ungracefully blomps onto a desk that’s not much bigger than my migraine.
Ah, the wonders of memes. :
Do electric chairs have buttons? If so, I’d gladly push the button on his.