My Bed Loves Me.
My bed loves me and doesn't want me to leave. At least, that's how it was this morning. I laid there for at least 15 minutes locked in an inner debate about calling in sick.
I've watched everyone around me taking vacations... or staying home sick... or taking mental health days... and I keep on working. Why?
I really, really need a day off. I need a day off when I can just stay at home without anyone else there and spend the entire day in bed drifting in and out of sleep, if I so choose.
Yep, I do.
I'm at work, though.
PS: I've always wanted to perform "War Pigs."
PPS: I could almost say that about the entire album "Paranoid."
I've watched everyone around me taking vacations... or staying home sick... or taking mental health days... and I keep on working. Why?
I really, really need a day off. I need a day off when I can just stay at home without anyone else there and spend the entire day in bed drifting in and out of sleep, if I so choose.
Yep, I do.
I'm at work, though.
PS: I've always wanted to perform "War Pigs."
PPS: I could almost say that about the entire album "Paranoid."