Today's my day. Today's my day where I want to put on whatever my iTunes has to offer and just jam. Maybe clean the apartment. Maybe do some yoga. But just forget about life for awhile.
But here I am, writing you (shhh, don't tell) from work. Where I am plagued with Quickbooks transactions to log and a meeting that I was actually looking forward to with my bosses is canceled. Boo.
I want to sing some Dolly Parton! I want to jam to Lady Gaga. I want to feel warm and fuzzy listening to some Ingrid Michaelson. But all I hear is the printer printing...and the phone ringing...and the click click click as I type to you, my dear readers, on this keyboard.
I could do the whole "headphones at my desk" thing since the bosses aren't in...but I hate that because then if someone I don't know walks in, I look like that totally irresponsible receptionist who listens to her iPod while facebooking instead of working. (Or blogging, I guess? Whatevs. It's taken me like an hour to write this because I go back and forth from real work to...not real work.)
Anywho. Tonight. I'm gonna rock out. And nobody is stopping me. So there.
Also, I have this feeling of being constantly hungry, but not wanting anything to eat. What is that about?
(I have found this blog to be a good outlet for whatever is physically wrong with me on a particular day. PS: eye twitch...totes still there.)
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