Disarray
I had four articles due this week. Another one is due Monday morning.
It's a little past 11:00pm on Friday night. I just got off work.
I work for myself.
We're painting this weekend. Again.
The bedroom sounds as hollow as it did on the day we moved in.
The clothes are all over the living room. Also like the day we moved in.
The mechanics set the Honda on fire.
We're sleeping on the couch this weekend.
I'm not done with that fifth article.
I can't find my pajamas anywhere.
Tuesday will be better.
Well okay then, I confess, I didn't actually see it myself. But Joyce did. Do you remember Joyce? We all had drinks together on one of our recent SF excursions. She recognized you.
erm, no.
Good lord, I think it might have been. But I missed it. They never told me when it was going to air. So, did I manage to sound somewhat intelligent?
So was that you on ABC news last night?