Just tired
At radiation they keep asking me if I’m tired and I say “yes but it’s February and I’m always tired in February”.
I’m gonna have to start blogging from work or something. When I was on chemo, I was tired, but I was laying here at home with the laptop on my chest, having to stay awake in case anyone instant messaged me a question. (That must have happened at *least* three times in 6 months.) So I did some blogging and figured it was fairly safe.
Now, I have to stay in my office in case anyone instant messages me a question. I’ve been paranoid that they might be spying on my network traffic, but I’m gonna give up and start going to hulu from work, and blogging my ass off too. I’m SO FREAKING TIRED of this job. This week I’ve been listening to an audio book but I’m almost done with it.
Tired, incoherent…
HA! Don’t work to hard.
Damn, how did I miss this entry — for five whole freaking days?
You better put some music on and dance, come up outta this funk. Maybe some funky James Brown.
Off to ice skating. Wanna come? Probably not, you have that exciting f*cking job to go to, huh? lol I’ve been up all night long on the damned computer so I’m a little loosey-goosey. Gotta take a damned shower. I HATE bathing and doing my hair. I am the laziest bitch in the country. And I don’t have any damned excuses, not a single one.
I think I’ll go put some music on and follow my own advice!!!
xo The sun will come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be blueueueueueue skies . . . . TOMORROW, TOMORROW, I LOVE YA, TOMORROW, YOU’RE ALWAYS A DAY A-WAY!!! Yeah, my daughter says I suck, too.
And that, my dear, was prime time Pamajama subconscious.
This totally brightened up my day but I was too lamebrained to type it then.
I saw Annie live in Los Angeles in 1980 or so. It was great.