Cross
Today I am cross.
There is no real explanation for this crossness and there is no known cure. And it is not known if there is an unknown cure.
I didn't want to go to work, nothing unusual there but never to the extent where I have made whining noises and sat cross legged on the floor. Not that anyone was bothered or could stop the fact I had to go to work.
At the minute I wish I was doing nothing. Literally nothing, just floating in space hardly even being just still. That way, I'd get so bored i'd be glad to get back to mundane banality to lavish you with a tautology.
If this crossness stays there will be trouble. Chances are it'll be forgotten by tomorrow....
watch this space
There is no real explanation for this crossness and there is no known cure. And it is not known if there is an unknown cure.
I didn't want to go to work, nothing unusual there but never to the extent where I have made whining noises and sat cross legged on the floor. Not that anyone was bothered or could stop the fact I had to go to work.
At the minute I wish I was doing nothing. Literally nothing, just floating in space hardly even being just still. That way, I'd get so bored i'd be glad to get back to mundane banality to lavish you with a tautology.
If this crossness stays there will be trouble. Chances are it'll be forgotten by tomorrow....
watch this space