Utter Shit

I would say that my biggest gripe with my job is that I never have the opportunity to just sit and do nothing. There are always clients to email, mailing lists to update, marketing plans to create. There is always SOMETHING.

And then I go and get sick. Between 2:30 Friday and 8 am Sunday, I did nothing. N.O.T.H.I.N.G. I slept, I ate some comfort food, I drank crazy amounts of crystal light, I watched 45 minutes of tv from the couch and the rest of the time I was in bed.

I may have pushed it a little too much yesterday, getting drunk off of one bloody mary, and not taking my requisite nap.

So here I sit with nothing to do, and it is driving me nuts. Lists of things I should be doing are running through my head….I need more crystal light, and cat litter, and sweet jeebus get your taxes done, and write that repair letter for your current escrow, and JUST GET SHIT DONE.

I tried to do my taxes. I got through 2 months (of the 7 I need to go through) of receipts and my eyes crossed. I wrote a list for the grocery store (I am almost out of Diet Coke…there is only one 12 pack in the house, and THAT will NOT do!) but the new haircut does funny things in nyquil induced 10.5 hour sleeping jags and is not fit to be seen at the local Safeway and a shower would take too much effort.

So here I sit…bored.