After three days of continual headaches I gave up and started allowing myself one cup of coffee a day.
I’m sitting at my desk at work, taking a short break because I’m up to my ass in alligators, and right now I’m wondering if a coffee pot and a straw would count as one cup.
I’ve been distracted by problems at home and the usual trouble with my girlfriend and I haven’t done shit with my work stuff. So today I’m playing catch-up.
You know, it just occurred to me that there’s something seriously wrong with that last statement. Why the hell should I have to deal with work on my days off? –How about, because I need my job?
I’m sure that I’m the only one who’s ever had that problem. 😉
I’m also having one of those days where I need to add sugar, lots of sugar, to my coffee. I haven’t because of blood pressure and blood sugar, But I really need some help to get me through this day.
Don’t you just hate Mondays? I now it’s Thursday, but it’s my Monday, and so far it sucks more than a San Diego whore when the fleets in.
The boss is coming in and wants to talk to me. I have no idea what they want, but this is rarely a good thing.
Ah, well. Life goes on.