As I slip into bed I sigh with relief. It’s been a long day even though it’s only Tuesday yet, and I feel like I could use another weekend or two.
“Next weekend I’m going to do absolutely nothing,” I think to myself. “Nothing except maybe geeky stuff.”
Geeky stuff I find relaxing sometimes too.
Today was especially hard. It started with an hour-long meeting of the titans of IT, through which I stood the whole time because I am not titan enough for a seat. The afternoon then proceeded to be ruined by misunderstandings and bad ideas. The only thing that kept me going was the terrible coffee they have in the lunch room — you know the kind — the stuff that comes in a big white tin and tastes like the crushed spirits of the little people who make it for ten cents an hour. The day left me frazzled and disjointobulated, a portmanteau of frustrated and dazzled and disjointed and discombobulated; the latter a word I attribute to Tate.
When I got home I wanted to crawl into bed and hide from the world. Frankly, I don’t care for it and it can mind its own business as far as I’m concerned. So I did, and spent the afternoon divided between watching iView and planning my route to work for the next day.
As I slip into bed I sigh with relief, and think “I really ought to blog something.” I know it will make me tired in the morning, but I haven’t broken nearly enough English conventions this week and I fear I may miss my quota otherwise.
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