I can't seem to get my unemployed ass in gear today. I did my run as usual and since then nothing. I've filed exactly one thing. it's awful, this election hangover. I stayed up too late even though I could have gone to sleep happy after pennsylvania. Even with my predictive map red all over there was no chance for a mccain with without pa. Bless them and their all white meals with white gravy and no vegetables ever, bless them.
So, I drank a soda and ate a kitkat and still no enthusiasm. How disappointing that you can't ingest enthusiasm. You can fly to the moon and elect a black man president and you can't take a pill to get your house clean, shameful.
2 comments:
Amen, sister!
LOL.......we use that "it's like riding a psychotic horse" thing all the time!! It's one of my favorites. You'll enjoy this - well, maybe enjoy isn't the right word...but I saw this news headline and it made me giggle a little (probably because I am evil):
Jogger runs mile with rabid fox locked on her arm
So,I'm probably going to have to use that too, at some point. I've had days where that's exactly how I felt....but it wasn't my arm the rabid fox was attached to. :)
Post a Comment