Thursday, September 14, 2006

Is it only Thursday?

Prison Counsellor: Why do you say you feel "trapped" in a man's body.
"Trapped" Convict: Well, sometimes I get them menstrual cramps real hard.

Me too, Trapped Convict. Me too.

More conference calls
More notes to type up
More starts and stalls
No more coffee in my cup

This has been the longest week in my life, I swear. I feel like it should be October already the way it's been lingering. And I still have one more day to suffer through before I can bid this week adieu.

No water in the cooler
Another cockroach in the sink
Being stared at by a drooler
Dear Lord, I need a drink.

My office window is tinted, so that I can see out by the outside just looks reflective. This invites many a person to stop, brush their hair, suck in their gut and see how that looks, pick their zits, or in the case of the homeless woman currently in front of my window--drool.

Kooky needs a smack down
Chicken Little's all agog
The drooler's in a night gown
Aren't you glad I have a blog?