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….
Sleepy thoughts,
THE CC
PS Happy TOL!
