If Tuesday was a human being, it must have been an evil stepsister or brother, or mother in law.
Yikes. Did I just type that?
I detest Tuesday’s, it is always much worse than a Monday.
Everything feels so hopeless and endless and I feel extra, super-duper lonely.
And menopausal. Which I AM DEFINITELY NOT.
And HORNY.
Which I am MOST of the time ABSOLUTELY.
So, let me tell you about my Tuesday.
I woke up at 02h30AM this morning and I could not sleep anymore.
They say 03h00AM is the devils hour, he is actively busy, and so I reverted to praying.
I eventually fell asleep at 04h00AM again, having to wake up in an hour or two.
I woke up a few minutes before my alarm’s tone went off and I was crying so loudly, whiling like a baby.
Imagine, at my big age.
Why, I had an awful dream. As if really awful, and I already told you I dream in 3D.
The same passion that my feisty personality has, the same passion and intensity is in my dreams, always.
My eyes were literally wet of me crying in my sleep.
The last time I cried myself from slumber, mum passed away soon after.
So thus, let me not relay my dream.
Anyways.
So that is how my Tuesday started.
Deprived from sleep.
Paper work straight from the red tape hell and a colleague who was on a teleconference call with his office door wide open and on loudspeaker even.
Where is the consideration with these millennials nowadays?
One could hear everything that was meant for him only and this in an open office set up.
Smh…
Now Tuesday has seen its ass.
And I am heading home. Let us hope for a better Wednesday.
xoxo
Curvy Scorpio
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