My Brain *@%$!!!! Hurts
And my back.
And my butt.
I’ve been working on my f-ing portfolio for three GD days.
Straight.
Why, oh, why am I swearing in, what the fuck are they called, acronyms?
It must be the two year old.
Yeah, the one who said “shit” and “damn it” at day care the other day.
The one who was picked up and carried out frothing and screaming at music class this evening.
The one who a friend just commented was so “damn well behaved”.
Honestly, he is a good kid. Just picked up some bad habits from his father.
Anyhow, back to my butt. I am so, so, so, so tired. I even worked on my paper while I was in the bath tub for Christ’s sake.
All to find out that my margins were all wrong and I have 15 pages for one of my entries when my limit is 11. Sounds like more friggin’ work coming my way.
I love it.
No, really. I. LOVE. IT.
So, if I’m so slap ass tired then why am I here? When I’m never here. Why?
Well, it’s the alternative to chopping my right arm off.
Plus, several new people, some without my prompting, joined this blog’s Facebook page.
How can I continue to disappoint?
Why do I keep insisting on writing only one line at a time.
I am annoying myself so bad right now.
But, my son, you know the real helluva angel, is really annoying me. He’s throwing one hell of a temper. So now I have to go.
I’m sorry.
No, really I am.
