So, I've never done a blog before and as a result of it I may get something like fired seeing that I want to tell about my day today. I am currently at work. I was a moment before (more like many many moments before as I have been back at work for an hour now) not at work.
I have never had this feeling before. I have never been in such a state of disarray. I feel literally like a chicken with its head cut off. What am I to be doing? Well, there are plenty of things to do and they will most likely not be done within the next half an hour in part to the fact that I would rather complain about it than do it, but I swear, I will make my phone calls, I will keep sleep at bay and soon, yes very soon I will leave this dungeon hell hole that confines me longer than the peaceful walls of my wanted bedroom aka basement living space.
I feel as if I am 93 years of age. My back hurts, my heart hurts-thank you smoking- my eyes hurt-thank you computer, and I believe that I am beginning to develop that lovely thing called carpal tunnel. Thank God for labor laws. Thank God for salary aka no one wants to stay late then. What's the point? I read this stat the other day about this girl working a non salary job saying that she worked too hard and didn't get paid enough. Knock, knock I am working way too hard and not getting paid enough because even though I don't want to work overtime, yeah, I do. Happens. It happens and of course me, I need to get it done or I will form an ulcer that will grow hands and fingers so that even when I am doubled over in pain, I can still get the work done. I think I have a serious problem here people.
And to top this all off, I think I need a vacation. Most people say they need a vacation, but what they are really saying is that they deserve one, that they have done such hard work that they need some form of compensation and what better way than a nice cold drink someplace sunny for a week? No, not me. I don't deserve this vacation. I need it. I am in great danger of compromising my mental health if I do not have a full day off soon where there are no children, no meowing cat, no nasty raging hormoned little brother, and definitely NO dog. Just me in a room with fluffy pillows all around so I can sleep and the occasional food by my bed so I need do nothing but lift my arm and pivot it into the hole in my face.
That is what I need, hell I would sleep in a dungeon as long as the dripping water didn't keep me awake. I am tired of being tired. My mother and her mother are pestering me to go get a blood test and no, they know that I am one of them, but they have to see how closely related. The blood test is to see if I have a thyroid condition which runs in the family and would account for my excessive languid nature. And when I say languid I mean, naps shouldn't last 6 hours and night time sleeping should be 7 to 8 hours not 9 to 12. What is wrong with me?
Well now that I have sufficiently for the moment gotten all of this off my chest. I would like to make my phone calls so that I can leave this place and yes, you got it, go to my bed. The weight training of yesterday is kicking my rear and literally. My gluttes are sore. Mighty.
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