In the Service of Her Majesty The Queen

A work rant:

Here I am at work, striving to make sense of these stupid books. (If I start swearing a lot, blame it on listening to eminem as much as I have been, lately.)

Instead of being laid out in an orderly fashion, the information is all jumbled up, all over the place. I am chasing pages. AND the pages stop at 56, even though they are supposed to go to 175. There is no indication that there is more than 1 volume, either, and LOTS of unnumbered pages, so I am thumbing away, counting. Grrrr. That's just one of the books.

Another set of books (5 of them) looks organized, but has the same problem, everything skips around with a little piece here, 4 pages later another little piece, etc., and NO index.

We have to use the damn things, too. It's a requirement.

Well. I had the very delightful experience of locking myself out of the office. I'm going home.

 

Another session with the exorcist.

He is loading my plate up. Worried about the dark of the moon
tomorrow. I don't know how I can possibly get everything done.
And I don't think it will matter, even if I do. I still have to deal with
trying to sleep. As I do tonight, too. Tonight, too.

I am feeling really rebellious tonight.
I would like to do what I want to, rather than follow direction.


It is so quiet outside. Not a sound...eerie, almost. Ahhh, the wind quit, that's why.
Another cold below freezing night for Florida. My poor dogwood tree, the buds will
probably freeze. No flowers this year.


It's early...for me. But just in case, here's my nightly mission:

Fall into sleep,
Without thinking or feeling
Fall into sleep,
Sinking deeply and healing
Fall into sleep,
Be free, be free

Have a good night all you early (or late) sleepers

 

Rebellious, yet in bed by 830? I wish my kid was rebellious like that.

Night, Scry.

 

I am NOT going to bed. I just don't want to forget the mission.

I want chocolate. I want sugar. I want, I want, I want.

Want is falling all over, out of my head, and to my toes.

 

I'm NOT tired.

I'm NOT going to bed.

Said the little fussy head.

Yawning...

 

What is the world coming to when the gamers turn to poetry and prose? (This should be a riddle with a snappy answer. GA82? You can do it? The snappy answer?)

I am eating a lemon cupcake with raspberry frosting, from the person who finally showed up to let me back in the office, a reward for waiting so long.

Ohhh...nice...there is a surprise at the bottom, a dab of raspberry jelly. Thank you, Trish.

Too bad I didn't eat the sandwich first. Dry bread and fake cheese, prisoner's rations.

 

Snappy answer? That's easy.

It just means the world is coming to.

Sedition! Rebellion! It's the treadmills for YOU! :angry:

At least, with all that sugar, you will sleep well.

 

Groan.

There is no such thing as sleeping well in this house. Only wishing for sleep.

Not exactly true...once in awhile I fall into sleep like a rock...these rocks seem to collect in the bed, though...and cause their own problems.

But I hope you are right.

And now, good night.

 

Thank you. Thank you, very much. :Elvis:

For my next number: 3.

 

Good Morning, Scry! Saw you just logged on...

Hope you're night was a good one and your day an even better one!

Time for your truly to get his rear end back in gear and back to work! :thumbsup::coffee::coffee::coffee:

Just got ninja'd by the Queen! Cool! :thumbsup:

And it DOESN'T hurt a bit! *limps away slowly*

 

I am up early, before the squirrels leave their nest, but not before the birds. I wonder what wakes the birds, the sun? Or something else? Back in the days when I rose before the sun, I seem to remember that the songbirds awoke and were singing when there was only a thin line of light on the horizon. Tuned to the earth's magnetism as they are, perhaps there is a change they can feel when the sun approaches, I suppose I could google it, but I am too lazy.

Out on the porch, the cold takes the warmth from my skin; I shiver, trying to get it back.

I slept like only babes do, for a change, and I am grateful for that. No dreams, no bells, nothing I remember. Perhaps the day and the coming night with no moon will be easy. At the moment, I do not recall easy being a part of my life, though. We shall see...

To all of you, good morning!

I hope you all slept as well as I did; I hope you continue to walk the earth; I hope the day keeps you warm; I hope you find your way if you are lost. I hope, I hope.

Heh...hope, again.

 

Well put some clothes on for chrissakes!! oke:

A good thing! And a Good Morining to you as well!

As a zombie, but a hpapy zombie. oke:

*in best Jack Benny voice*

NOW don't start THAT again!

 

Thinking this over, GA82, I do not agree. When someone fails repeatedly, hope may have been there, but I don't think it was the cause. I think, more likely, that it was one of the
causalities.

But then, you and I do have our moments of disagreement, meh.

 

There is yet another bird dog
out there that utters caution.

3 times now, the word is spoken.

Twice from the west, disjointed,
unpaired, in opposition; first
spoken by one who was a witness.

From far away out of the east,
spoken once, but closer still
to home, the most recent.

I stand on the bridge, wary, confused.

I stand alone on the bridge, facing danger.

I stand alone, alarmed,
eyes wide, without a witness
without clarity
without a rope home.