This was the only title appropriate. Today is the ninth day working for 8 hours. 8 hours on concrete floors. #myjointsaremad
…Since I am seriously going insane with too little sleep and too much sleep, here’s what I’m thinking of while I have a tenth customer in a row say something: rude, mean or offensive.
Tacos. One of God’s many great foods.
Pets. I want a puppy.
Sunshine. I want to live in California where it pours Vitamin D.
Dancing. Yes, perhaps it’s the lack of sleep but in my delirious state I am having major dance parties.
Bare feet. Oooh, how much I want to be without shoes.
Cold showers. Yes, I have one every morning at 6 AM, with the attempts to wake me up. I wish I could also have one at 8AM, 9AM, 10AM, 11AM, 12PM, 1PM, 2PM, 3PM, 4PM….
Fetal position. That is what I’d like to be doing now so….
PS Happy TOL!