IF I owned a T.V.
Today would be the perfect day to watch T.V. I have zero brain cell activity. Everything seems redundant, never ending. Important stuff seems to get pushed over the edge of the cliff. Frickin mind numbing things never seem to get off my desk, or 'outa my mind'.
Today I surrender, yet I still cannot focus. I'd rather be pulling weeds, cleaning the toilet, doing the laundry. Doing an archeological dig of paperwork while being buried with more paper daily is mind numbing and feels as productive as watching the boob tube.
Where is the Bronx gurl when I need her?
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