Dear Wednesday
You shall not suck. I mean yesterday, your brother Tuesday smacked me around but that’s it, I’m not having anymore of this behaviour from any of the Day family. You’ve all had your fun but now I’m laying down the law.
The next one of you guys that decides to get all fiesty with me is going to get a serious beating.
You’ve all been warned,
D
I’ve been a terrible writer. It has been an eternity since I’ve last posted and then I promised a new and ever-so-slightly improved version of the site. I was, at the very least, honest in my capabilities of improvement.
Things have happened in the last while and I’ll get back to the regular hilarity very soon. For now, at least things are moving forward (in every facet of my life) and I’m having fun.
More soon, I promise.
I’ve been thinking about how to move the blog beyond the general observations I have on life, and onto something more substantial. But, as I’m up to my eyeballs in work right now, it may take a little while longer for the new and ever-so-slightly improved version of me to make an appearance.
You will know it when you see it, so be prepared.
Occasionally, I don’t sleep. For a while I knew the overnight lineup on most TV stations (at least the ones without infomercials) better than I knew their primetime lineups. But, in the last month or so, the number of nights where I’d stare up at the ceiling had reduced dramatically.
Except for last night where, for whatever reason, 3:47am became the new 8:00am and it was decided that I’d had enough sleep. I hung out in bed, with talk radio on hoping that the conversation would lull me to sleep again, but somewhere around 4:20am I’d grown frustrated and got up. Before 5:45am, I’d made some cream of wheat for breakfast, watched CNN, sent some emails, did the dishes, got dressed, brushed my teeth, straightened my hair, made coffee and went to work.
And here we are; it’s 7:15am on a Monday. I’m finished my usual morning routine of procrastination and moving into work mode. What kind of insanity is this?