As you can see, the game never really had a chance because dear eeyore spent the whole time staring into space instead of focusing power. He said "oh bother" a lot. His tail was bedraggled, but he wouldn't let me mend it.
So instead I had a cappuccino and listened to MC Lyte on my iPod.
Today I have a million stories to tell, but I'm plum tuckered out. Seeing double. Every sentence here I've written thrice for your viewing pleasure. Also because I shudder at bad grammar and poor spelling. My vanity knows no bounds, I suppose.
Or at least, I do not care to test them.
Waking up this morning was alright. Then work and all its million obstacles. The realization that if I want to get something serious done it must happen after 4PM. Solo on the gorgeous orange couch I picked out among the sparse decorations.
But then those lovely somethings outside catch my eye. Or I catch theirs. And I'm yanked out of spreadsheets and into daydreams of playing hookie. I never get to do that anymore.
Even if I'm sick. Even if I'm sad. Or broke. Or lonely. Or feverish.
As long as I'm not contagious I go to work. Cause a day spent away from work really only means working from my telephone and that makes me self-conscious.
What smart phone email signature defines me as a person? Huh? Anyone out there know?
I don't.
Monday I called in sick because I am sick but then there was still so much to do. I watched crappy BBC, Spongebob and Laverne & Shirley. I checked email every 5 minutes.
I want to monogram all of my shirts. Even the raggedy wifebeaters. That would be a hoot.
Well. So tired now that I forgot what I came here to say but I do have some lovely pictures. So I'll leave those.
FOUND, but not lost.
Godspeed and much wonder to you, dear hearts.
I think including people is important when taking photos of art.
ReplyDeleteBe well.