I Love Halloween!!! BOO
I have to put together a costume in very little time...hmmm any ideas?
For work I am going to be fabulous!! and my partner in crime is going to be High maintenance...Kind of an inside joke.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Burn Out
Well I’m nearing burn out time.
Busy has officially became ridiculous. Can you remember the last time you craved sleep so bad....I am talking REALLY craving “the sleep”. Are you a smoker….let me get you to where I am. You are on a flight to who knows where, it could be a 5 hour flight it could be a 22 hour flight but it doesn’t matter because every minute feels like two hours as soon as you got on that plane. Your sitting in the middle seat right by the bathroom and then they airlock that door. Oh yeah you can taste it in your mouth as you wrap your lips around it. The tobacco so fresh, not yet burning you crank the 711 lighter and the flame dances in the back ground as you lean into it, your eyes close and you hear the light crackle of the tobacco burn and slowly you hit that euphoric state. The FIRST drag. But not yet…you can’t smoke on the damn plane!
So can you understand the craving. I want to sleep so bad but my flight just won't land and when you think it’s about to land and you can get off to take your first drag you aren’t quite there yet. Yeah you’ve touched down but you’re not off the plane, your just taxiing around the fucking tarmac. I can’t stop thinking about every possible thing I did today and what needs to get done tomorrow. That one last thing. This is why I can't sleep - too much taxiing around the fucking tarmac!!!!
I need to get away but not on someone else's holiday you know the girls trip or the never ending plethora of destination weddings or the cabin in the woods...take me to a fucking spa and do it now! Drop me off leave me alone and don't pick me up till I am done. Believe me I will let you know when I am done! It will be right after I have the perfect night’s sleep, you know that sleep where you don't wake up ten times a night and think if you booked that flight or added that car or approved those slides...I don't want to be able to process a thought by the time I am ready to come home. It will all just be muussshhh.
Busy has officially became ridiculous. Can you remember the last time you craved sleep so bad....I am talking REALLY craving “the sleep”. Are you a smoker….let me get you to where I am. You are on a flight to who knows where, it could be a 5 hour flight it could be a 22 hour flight but it doesn’t matter because every minute feels like two hours as soon as you got on that plane. Your sitting in the middle seat right by the bathroom and then they airlock that door. Oh yeah you can taste it in your mouth as you wrap your lips around it. The tobacco so fresh, not yet burning you crank the 711 lighter and the flame dances in the back ground as you lean into it, your eyes close and you hear the light crackle of the tobacco burn and slowly you hit that euphoric state. The FIRST drag. But not yet…you can’t smoke on the damn plane!
So can you understand the craving. I want to sleep so bad but my flight just won't land and when you think it’s about to land and you can get off to take your first drag you aren’t quite there yet. Yeah you’ve touched down but you’re not off the plane, your just taxiing around the fucking tarmac. I can’t stop thinking about every possible thing I did today and what needs to get done tomorrow. That one last thing. This is why I can't sleep - too much taxiing around the fucking tarmac!!!!
I need to get away but not on someone else's holiday you know the girls trip or the never ending plethora of destination weddings or the cabin in the woods...take me to a fucking spa and do it now! Drop me off leave me alone and don't pick me up till I am done. Believe me I will let you know when I am done! It will be right after I have the perfect night’s sleep, you know that sleep where you don't wake up ten times a night and think if you booked that flight or added that car or approved those slides...I don't want to be able to process a thought by the time I am ready to come home. It will all just be muussshhh.
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