attention span of retarded goldfish today
head fuzzy and misty inside
sick of christmas decorations
assembling cardboard folders
sweating at desk
had forgotten whilst away
Townsville offices are either freezing cold or hot
didn't win on scratchies
sob
they make me do all the bits that require going up the ladder
I am gopher
hear me chitter
nine days till my birthday
Hey MCL, what have you got planned for your bday?
ReplyDeletehum ... there will be the obligatory roast dinner and cake at my sister-in-laws house.
ReplyDeleteThen I am rather hoping to spend the rest of the evening at home sobbing into a bottle of champagne, listening to sad music, watching Bridget Jones and plucking out grey hairs.
I expect to be in a bit of a state by the time I get to the plucking of grey hairs bit, so hopefully I won't pick out the wrong ones.
I'm sure there are only enough grey hairs to occupy you for no more than a minute of plucking so make sure you've got a second bottle of champagne so you can continue to celebrate post-pluck.
ReplyDeleteLast time I obsessed about my grey hairs I ended up with an extreme shave of my bikini line, which left me rather itchy.
ReplyDeleteI fear the end results of a birthday tipple knowing I have wax strips in my medicine cabinet.
Oh no! How painful. Just keep saying to yourself: "Must. Keep. Undies. On!"
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should tape them on the morning of the big day? Or wear the special big elastic pants, like wot Bridget Jones wore for the book launch?
ReplyDeleteOr maybe ... I should go commando for the WHOLE DAY and distract myself with my wickedness?