Time Out...

Well today has started off as another one of those days I contemplate giving myself a self-imposed time out. Although time-outs are usually reserved for two year olds, I could really use one. I would have been better off staying in bed until I was able to play well with others and not have an overwhelming need to spew profanity at my poor unsuspecting family and co-workers. Having said that, we also need to understand that from time to time both family members and co-workers deserve an ass chewing for no apparent reason – it keeps them on their toes and sharpens their survival instincts.

Today I am well aware that I am miserable. Actually I am beyond miserable and am wading into the waters of self-destruction and no amount of caffeine, chocolate or French fries with gravy will cure my mood. Well the fries with gravy might, but I will end up hating myself tomorrow, so I’m better left being miserable. Nothing short of a miracle will help me salvage this one. I’ve learned in order to minimize collateral damage to myself and others, I best not speak or make eye contact with anyone. Yep, a time out is just what I need...

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raydenzel1 said…
naps are highly recomened.
July 21, 2010 at 12:36 PM
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