A Few Wednesday Fails
Just one of those days. You know the type. Don’t take it personal (I originally wrote out the entire chorus from that song, but decided it was a little much. Besides the fact that the incorrect verbiage really grinds my gears; Monica should be singing don’t take it personally).
Today’s one of those days when you realize that everything you wrote on your Monday to-do list did not, in fact, get checked off. You probably crossed them off (b/c the only reason you make these lists is to get the satisfaction of drawing lines through your completed items), but these items were somehow overlooked.
Good thing they weren’t important, says your guilty conscience.
Shitfuckshitfuckshit, says your rational mind that knows they were.
I wonder what was going on Monday that was so important that I totally flaked? The Monday after Thanksgiving? Huh, nothing important happening online that day.
Fortunately, I’m a machine at 8am. 8-9am is probably my most productive hour of work. It’s quiet, I’m focused, and there’s enough pressure to get stuff done before everyone starts trickling in, but not enough pressure that I choke like Christina Aguilera singing the National Anthem.
Unfortunately, my best hour of work can’t undo the fact that I dressed myself in the dark this morning. I thought I was pairing a gray cardigan w/ my dress. That’s what the dim prison lighting of my bedroom suggested. I took off my coat this morning to see a purpley/blue cardigan. Because gray looks so similar to that shade. I think I’ll start a new trend; Mismatched Wednesdays are going to be HUGE.
Today’s one of those days when you realize that everything you wrote on your Monday to-do list did not, in fact, get checked off. You probably crossed them off (b/c the only reason you make these lists is to get the satisfaction of drawing lines through your completed items), but these items were somehow overlooked.
Good thing they weren’t important, says your guilty conscience.
Shitfuckshitfuckshit, says your rational mind that knows they were.
I wonder what was going on Monday that was so important that I totally flaked? The Monday after Thanksgiving? Huh, nothing important happening online that day.
Fortunately, I’m a machine at 8am. 8-9am is probably my most productive hour of work. It’s quiet, I’m focused, and there’s enough pressure to get stuff done before everyone starts trickling in, but not enough pressure that I choke like Christina Aguilera singing the National Anthem.
Unfortunately, my best hour of work can’t undo the fact that I dressed myself in the dark this morning. I thought I was pairing a gray cardigan w/ my dress. That’s what the dim prison lighting of my bedroom suggested. I took off my coat this morning to see a purpley/blue cardigan. Because gray looks so similar to that shade. I think I’ll start a new trend; Mismatched Wednesdays are going to be HUGE.
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