A Friday Whirlwind of Greatness
Life's been crazy nuts lately. Work Deadlines. Back to Back Meetings. Writing. Reporting. Planning. Diabetes Rollercoasters. Everyday Stresses. Sleepless Nights. Mental Exhaustian. You name it... The whirlwind has engulfed everything, leaving little time for life's pleasures. Like Blog Reading or Humor Writing. No time to be Off Cooking Bacon. No comfort from My Ninja, Lance.
Obvously, it's time for a break. Right. Now.
So, here's to the end of a crazy tornado week and what will hopefully be a great weekend of sleep, catching up, and just relaxing. Without Tax interfering with my becoming a mental jello-bowl with plans to just Veg Out.
Seriously, it's needed. About all I can muster up the mental strength for right now are some movie quotes from classic flicks. The classics, in which I'm able to recite half-asleep and even in a state of Low Blood Sugars.
This isn't the Master List and only represents a snapshot tainted by my current mood and exhaustian, but here goes:
"Did you get that memo??"
"It's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care."
"And here's something else, Bob: I have eight different bosses right now. Eight bosses. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired."
"Sounds like somebody has a case of the Mondays."
You don't frighten us, English pig dogs. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you."
"So, I jumped a ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas..."
"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy!"
"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"
"Coffee! Coffee... Coffee NOW!"
"I'll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon..."
"1.21 JIGGAWATTS... 1.21 jiggawatts...." "WHAT THE HELL'S A JIGGAWATT???"
"I'm surrounded by Assholes... Keep firing, Assholes!"
"Whose motorcycle is this? It's a chopper, baby. Whose chopper is this? It's Zed's. Who's Zed? Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead."
Here's to a good break over the weekend.