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try the whine A brief respite before my next meeting. When does work stop and life begin, or are they separate? Coming soon to a city street near you: Catbus running naked, spinning cartwheels and sticking my tongue out at the cop who will surely arrest me. Not guilty by reason of exhaustion-related insanity. Wednesday will be mostly a day of rest. I have exhausted my body and my creative cup runneth dry. The desperate search for a joke, a song, a moment that is not work-related is underway. Bless and curse the Franklin planner, for it rules my life these days. Homework. Laundry. Bills. The never ending list of tasks to keep you busy. OK, I'll stop whining now... |
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