Day 30. Okay, I’ll pre-warn you so you don’t have to continue if you don’t want to. Today is a blurgh day. What I mean by that is, it’s a damn awful crappy Tuesday. I took a quick peek at the Daily Prompt and thought, hell, I haven’t been to school for over thirty years! How am I supposed to remember which teachers left an impression on me. What am I… Superwoman or something! Fine, maybe Superwoman is the wrong Super Hero. I don’t know.
You’ve probably gathered by now I’m a tad cranky today, in some respect you’d be right. I so wanted to feel good about posting something people wanted to read, but I’m sorry, today isn’t the day. Not that I’m saying any of the previous days were good enough, either.
Perhaps I’ll take a happy pill tonight and wake up tomorrow a new person. Now wouldn’t that be good, except I’m a pussy when it comes to taking tablets. Don’t even think about mentioning injections, I can’t stand needles. What on earth am I rambling on about. Get a grip Sarah!!
It could have everything to do with the fact I didn’t sleep too well last night, and as I don’t get much sleep in the first place, I got even less. You know what I’m saying? No? I can’t blame you. Tired brains make for even tireder writing (is that actually a word?). I know, I’ll start my own dictionary of made-up words!
No, I won’t.
Right, maybe it’s time to go. I apologise for not reading any of your posts and wish you all a better morning, afternoon or evening. Hopefully, I’ll find a cure and will be back to cohesiveness tomorrow. If that’s not a word, who cares, I’m knackered.