Big word. Not so good. Gotta change my ways. And it's not necessarily just eating the wrong stuff. I need to think calmer thoughts. Find my zen. My ying. My yang. My bilabong.
We got no rain. I think this rain talk is a myth. It's a cruel joke being played on any potential fish that might want to live in West Texas. I've got one word for them...fossil.
It was a long day in the office. And 100% busier than I ever expected. I didn't have any 'me' time. Another cruel joke. I got a lot done, though.
Question of the day: Is it harder to do physical labor...or physical and mental labor?
Answer: What a stupid question. Who writes these idiot questions, anyway....
With the obvious answer scraping at my bones tonight...I am taking a shower in 5 minutes and laying down to read. Unfortunately I must wear some stronger glasses tonight. I knew I wasn't feeling quite right and blood tests told me to shape up or I'll be shipping out sooner than expected!! I probably shouldn't read at all and I bet I don't read for long...but I'll give it a whirl.
I am watching Tom dreaming about catching something cuz his little feet are peddling like there's no tomorrow! Funny cat.......
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What the hell?? Shape up. Don't know about your ying, but heard your yang is running around with the Marfa lights. Signed, The Bad Sara.
ReplyDeleteMy yang was sired by the Marfa Light Padron, Yank. I think the Big Giant Head is testing me...Bad Sara. Bad, Bad, Bad Sara.
ReplyDeleteIllness sharpens your wit!
ReplyDeleteI had to type "harbagle" to post that last comment.
ReplyDeleteIllness sharpens your harbagle. Nobody likes a dull harbagle. As a matter of fact, the dullness of a harbagle shows poor hygiene. Or so I have been told...I mean I read....I mean I made this up. But I like the word harbagle.
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