You know how you have one of those days where the inside you is sobbing so hard it’s gasping for breath? And you spend the whole day trying to tell that bitch to shut up because if you think about it too much the inside you will become the outside you and you’re terrified that if you let it go too far you’ll be crawling around on the concrete floor of your office weeping and choking on your own boogers? And then you’ll realize you’re favorite pants are dirty and your knees hurt because there’s no damn carpet on the floor and you’ll freak out all over again and your boss and HR will be trying to pull you into an office because you’re obviously a nutter at that point?
Yeah, it’s been a long week.
T.G.I.F. my ass.
On the plus side, I just saw that I have received over 3,200 SPAM comments. I feel a little like I’ve made it now that at least the SPAM bots are interested.
Here’s to a better weekend. Assuming I’m ever able to leave work. Ugh.
I plan on bottles of wine and a straw for the 48 hours following the end of my day. Awe.Some.