And as you may or may not know, this is a subject I am not generally super happy about…
Here I sit, 30 until midnight – acting as if I am a 4yr old fighting sleep.
Unlike a 4yr old fighting sleep, I am not tired.
I just do not want to go quickly nor quietly as my weekend is tore from me.
We were not done enjoying each others company nor ready to relinquish our time.
Under what authority am I being forced to forge ahead into yet another Monday?!
A travesty, I say!
I still assert that we ought time travel to meet with the man who originally setup the week of 5-and-2 –
So that we may have a very direct conversation about his askew arrangement
and impose our argument to right his horrible, horrible wrong.
Bah. Hum. Hum and Bah.