It’s really not fair that a Friday could be so bad. Sometimes I think that God is mocking me, making fun of me and taunting me for trying to exist. Seriously, as if my day did not start off bad, then it gradually gets worse.
For example:
Wake up tired from lack of sleep.
Irritable bowels in addition to other problem too modest to mention.
Since I am running late, decide to stop by Expo to take photo for work.
General chaos there.
Try to cover somone’s ass (the story of my life lately).
Arrive to work late.
Necessary information I need to complete task not available to me yet.
Generally bad day dealing with slackers.
No one listens to advice I give.
Decide to make early night of it.
Wake up to phone ringing asking me if I phoned.
Cannot sleep so blog instead
Thank you, God. I might as well not have had a Friday.
I sometimes wonder how careful I should be with this blog. If I were to really write things that were on my mind, I might not have a job or friends…don’t worry Suz. None of this applies to you. Sometimes I think that maybe you are the only one who reads this, but then I wonder if anyone else does and if they do, maybe I am not free to express my feelings the way I should or need to.
One day soon, I am going to take the phone off the hook, not communicate with anyone and rest. I mean really rest. I will not go anywhere, do anything, talk to anyone…just spend some time with me and FOR me.
Maybe the whole weekend.
Who knows? Maybe this weekend.
I surely don’t see myself sleeping tonight.
Thank you, Friday and thank you, God. I feel like Job all of a sudden.
Photo today: Peace in the Valley
Song of the Day: Private Eyes
I see you, you see me
watch you blowin' the lines
when you're making a scene
Oh girl, you've got to know
what my head overlooks
the senses will show to my heart
when it's watching for lies
you can't escape myPrivate Eyes
they're watching you
they see your every move
Private Eyes
they're watching you
Private Eyes
they're watching you
watching you
watching you
watching you
You play with words
you play with love
you can twist it around baby that ain't enough
cause girl I'm gonna know
if you're letting me in or letting me go
don't lie when you're hurting inside
'cause you can't escape myPrivate Eyes
they're watching you
they see your every move
Private Eyes
they're watching you
Private Eyes
they're watching you
watching you
watching you
watching you
Why you try to put up a front for me
I'm a spy but on your side you see
Slip on, into any disguise
I'll still know you
look into my Private Eyes
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