Friday, March 28, 2014
If This Weren't Friday...
Thank God, it's Friday. If it weren't, I'd be tempted to run with scissors or something. Lord help me, I was up half the night with ungodly heartburn. I ate lasagna for dinner. It’s bizarre how sometimes it doesn’t bother me at all and sometimes it tries its damndest to kill me. Last night, the acid pit started roiling before I’d even finished. There’s no rhyme or reason to it.
Thankfully, I’m out of work at noon on Fridays so, after some necessary shopping, I am destined for a nice long nap. I plan to do pretty much squat at work today. I’ve earned it, if you ask me. I’ve had a very tough week, with little to no assistance from my “assistant.” Shoot, he didn’t even bother to come in Wednesday. Didn’t bother to call, either. I’ve already written the ad for a new person.
I feel like punishing some Words Gone Wild today. We haven’t written poetry here in what seems like eons, so I’m thinking that if you’re game to put these Twisted Linguistics to work and whip them into haiku, go for it. Or -- you can just define them.
Here are the – ahem – words:
Plagirism destroyed my avaialable untility
Pursecuted my chrade entrys phenominally. Blooger disconsulete!
Suprised with jewellery, condtion better.
Yeah, I know it’s not nature-themed, but blasfomy follows no rules.