Mar 14, 2007 12:49
I can't help the urge to blatently belt out a tune.
But I'm sitting here in the office between calls that make me jump up at a moments notice, to find myself cutting fabric. On the phone to whoever it is trying to figure out who I'm blaming. Who I'm getting what from. Where is my fabric that I ordered two days ago!!
I want to sing a song for every person I pass, and in between coughs and nose blowing I will sound like the lovely doll that I exude so well. Maybe someone should remind me where the ground is. I seem to be floating up in the clouds at times.
I was grounded last night. Was cut off at the seams. You surely put me into place.
But it doesn't get me for too long before I realize the that in the big picture this is the crumb that fell to the floor and got eaten by an ant.
There are bigger fish to fry. And for future reference, I do not belong in the pan with them.
What a lovely day it is, I'm not upset about the warm weather. Infact I'm rather enjoying it. I wish I could go to the beach and really make the most of it. Perhaps a trip out this weekend is in order.
I'll look into that.
fish frying in pans,
beaching,
days and weekends meshing together.