It's Sunday night. I've got the work blues already. What would I rather be doing, you might ask? Wellllll, my sister Marmo and her hubby are here! I would rather hang with them and their little dog, too. But, no... I have workshops at school tomorrow and Tuesday. It's going to be truly dreadful. The real dreadful, not the fake kind. Horrible, horrific, terrible, painful, excruciating...dreadful. Boring, irritating, annoying, dreadful. There better be some good coffee. Oh, wait, there is no food. That's right. Uhhuh. Nothin.
At least I got to visit with Marm & hubby (& doggy) for a while. I didn't even realize they were in town, I just happened to call Dad to see when they were expected and he said they were here and about to come over to his house for dinner so I invited myself along. He didn't mind. And it was nice to see Marm. I suppose I should call her by her name but I am so used to calling her Marmo or Marm... that, well, why change now?
We were talking about my being so darn tired. It is due to the medicine. I'll be so damn glad to stop taking it... yeeeeesh. The yawning is embarrassing.
Blue... I'm blue... I've got the Sunday night blues.
What if this is as good as it gets?
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