Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
It's STILL Hump Day
Yeah, it's getting late in the day, but ... it's still Hump Day for another two and a half hours or so.
My mood has been yucky the past few days; had to look at the calendar to make sure it wasn't Full Moon Madness. It's not. There are things that don't help any, but I do feel the blues lifting. I'll live. Hell, maybe I'll even prosper.
Today, who cares? It's Hump Day!
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In the crazy matrix that is my work week, Wednesday is officially my 'Saturday'...which makes Friday my 'Monday'.
Perhaps 3 concussions ARE overrated...
LOL, Skunk. Sometimes life seems like one gigantic concussion.;)
Ah! Garfield! He's me mate!
He's a cool kitty, Lee.:)
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