You know those days when only thing you really ever want to do and the thing you get to do is curl up in a ball with a soft blanket and sleep the afternoon away? And then you know those other days when you're at work and nothing interesting is happening and all you get to do is sit at your desk and be responsible until the clock FINALLY hits 5? Well my day is the latter, but I wish with all my might that it was the former. I wish it. I wish it so much. But it's just not going to happen for me. I still have a good 4 1/2 hours to work, and no one is going to walk in with a blanket and tea for me and say, "Go home, Ellie. Read a good book and sleep." But I really wish it.
Crater Lake is being dowsed in a blanket of snow this afternoon. Which means that my gallivant home is going to be less gallivanty and more creeper-ish. Which doesn't make any word sense, but overall feeling sense I think it conveys quite efficiently.
Everything I say today is slow and garbled and unreadable. And that sucks because my job is to communicate. Communications Operator. Who ever heard of a Communications Operator who couldn't communicate? Now you have.
Can I please just go into a coma now? My head is off in Never Never Ever Gonna Let You Make Sense of the World Today Land.
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