monday, bleh

only got 7ish hours of sleep
after only getting exactly 8 night before
and 5ish the night before that

i'm feeling a little rundown
like my batteries are a quart low

wow, mixed metaphors
this is not good at all

i was so tired last night
(unless somebody edited it to fuck with me)
that 'Mondays' in the haiku above had an apostorphie for the plural

pinky made me an omlette.

the creative bits of my brainbox have been poked slightly awake
i'm pondering stealing an idea of my brother's
i'd credit him for it if it went anywhere
the idea is gold, it'd be a blockbuster.

am i capable of writing a "romantic comedy"?

hell may be freezing over as we speak type

anybody wanna go to work for me?
i'll trade you my pinky
she doesn't work much
but she makes a damn fine omlette

a rip in thyme

i feel more like me today
how about you?

ack!
... no DAMNIT don't feel me
i mean do you ...

nevermind,
just forget it
move along and keep your hands to yourself








damn interweb perverts

Monday Monday

Name that tune book

watch out for the little bald doctors.

Each thing I rush through to get to the next.

Are you seeing the colors yet?