Friday, December 7, 2012
Untitled Because I Have No Brain
Alright, so I've been sitting here at my desk all day long . . . staring at the computer with glazed over eyes . . . trying to figure out what to write. I feel like a zombie. Well, if I actually knew what a zombie feels like then that is what I think I feel like. Are those things on I Am Legend zombies? Maybe not, because technically they're not dead yet. Zombies have already died, right? And come back to "life"?? Anyway, I think I feel like one. A zombie, that is.
All I really want to do is go home, put on some sweats, grab a blanket, lay down on the couch, turn on the tv and then put myself into a drug-induced 12 hour coma. The dog can sit on me, my husband can steal my blanket and turn on ESPN when he gets home. I don't care. He can even sit on me with the dog. I just don't care. If the drugs are good enough, I won't feel or hear a thing.
Problem is -- I still have two hours to go. These are going to be the most unproductive, useless, "why am I here?" two hours in history. Although, I guess if I'm being honest, it's going to be hard to top the first six most unproductive, useless hours in history.