I have to go and train tomorrow at 8am. There is no applicable string of words to accurately portray the true distaste I feel towards that notion. Perhaps I will merely skip it, or, in some extreme bid to avoid an early morning, hit my head against a wall for a period of time long enough to discharge me from the responsibility of attending. Needless to say, I am now questioning the validity of my employment - fuck wages, I want sleep!
I also have to visit Jack tomorrow and give him his phone back, dressed in appropriately abhorrent business attire and, inevitably, receive copious reams of abuse from him about how ridiculous I look. Tomorrow is going to be a horrendous day. Please, someone put me out of my misery now and poison me in my sleep.
Over and out.
Well I can't organise a poisoning, nor would I want to. I think, don't feel you need to accept this mind, that you should tolerate the bad and the stress of days unwanted. If you put up with them, then the good days will be more the sweeter and welcome for it.
ReplyDeleteYou'll be just fine Faith, even with your ways of the insomniac. As for the abuse from Jack, well I can't say I wouldn't do the same were I in his position. With the abuse however would come a lot of love.
Love you Faith and I miss are day-to-day, hour-to-hour and minute-to-minute pestering.
xx x