Long week and I'm beat
I'm so glad it's Friday.
I'm tired of dealing with the town over getting the permits to put in my new deck & hot tub.
I'm tired of bathing the pony*.
I'm tired of arguing design constraint vs. requirements with my coworkers.
I'm tired of IT trying to turn my work laptop into a glorified paperweight. Yeah, that's real secure, guys. If I can't log in, then NO ONE is getting my stuff.
I'm tired of hobbling about**. You don't realize how much you use your toes until one of them hurts.
I'm tired of eating instant food because I'm not getting home until 9 every evening due to work & pony.
I'm just tired cause I've been sleeping like shit this week.
I want to sit on my tush, drink floofy summery drinks and read pop trash in the sun. And I'm going to do just that, oh yes I am. Assuming I can find some appropriate pop trash. If not, I'll sit in the sun and write my own. Either way, sun and booze and tush.
* - And she's tired of it too. Even apples aren't making it all better at this point.
* - I tore a big chunk of out my right big toe on Monday. It was the finals for the sand volleyball league. This late in the season, the sand in the middle of the court is pretty shallow and I bottomed out during the first game. And of course, it was finals and we didn't have a sub, so I continued to play all evening with a big open pit in my toe. The thing was just embedded with sand and took forever to get clean. Bled like a son of a bitch, too.
I'm tired of dealing with the town over getting the permits to put in my new deck & hot tub.
I'm tired of bathing the pony*.
I'm tired of arguing design constraint vs. requirements with my coworkers.
I'm tired of IT trying to turn my work laptop into a glorified paperweight. Yeah, that's real secure, guys. If I can't log in, then NO ONE is getting my stuff.
I'm tired of hobbling about**. You don't realize how much you use your toes until one of them hurts.
I'm tired of eating instant food because I'm not getting home until 9 every evening due to work & pony.
I'm just tired cause I've been sleeping like shit this week.
I want to sit on my tush, drink floofy summery drinks and read pop trash in the sun. And I'm going to do just that, oh yes I am. Assuming I can find some appropriate pop trash. If not, I'll sit in the sun and write my own. Either way, sun and booze and tush.
* - And she's tired of it too. Even apples aren't making it all better at this point.
* - I tore a big chunk of out my right big toe on Monday. It was the finals for the sand volleyball league. This late in the season, the sand in the middle of the court is pretty shallow and I bottomed out during the first game. And of course, it was finals and we didn't have a sub, so I continued to play all evening with a big open pit in my toe. The thing was just embedded with sand and took forever to get clean. Bled like a son of a bitch, too.