I woke up this morning and the first thought to enter my mind was, “Two more days of this shite?!” I can’t remember two back to back weeks that passed so slowly. And it’s odd, because things have been relatively busy. Even so, the days just absolutely drag by.
And I’m missing a rollicking kegger this weekend to head to Joisy for my grandfather’s birthday. There won’t be a lot of fun there, maybe he’ll introduce me to the ceiling tiles or something but even that fun will dissapate when his oxygen gets upped. It’s a pity really, he used to be a big, burly sort of dude. Now he’s just wasting away in bed. No way to live, and certainly no way to die.
But enough of the happy stuff. It’s not even bloody noontime and I’ve pretty much run out of fun, exciting things to do. Pity I can’t just curl up under the desk and nap. I reckon they’d frown on that behavior.