Tuesday, February 19, 2008

My Tap Runneth Over


I’m at work. I am overwhelmed, attempting to avoid the immediate/URGENT tasks which are before me. I am a little depressed. The kids are on antibiotics. Better that than oxycontin, I suppose, but I am disinclined to dig into their stash of banana-flavoured amoxi-whatever. No fun at all.

There was hope before lunch that a good sandwich would cure this malaise. No such luck. It was just a sandwich. I then sought some happy-making recourse in a bowl of yoghurt and granola. Again, disappointment. Now I have built up a cup of coffee as the answer to my plaint. The weight of expectation rests heavily on it. And it's just a fucking coffee. Go coffee.

pmo

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Blogger Alpha DogMa said...

There is only ever one cure: a nap. Naps not just for toddlers anymore.

7:46 PM  

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