just another manic thursday.
well, it was manic earlier, with 3 hour presentations & clients & all sorts of focus pocus. and now, earlier has turned into later and it's shifted gears into sleepy splendour. nothing better than yawning your life away. i wish that i could, without any guilt, tilt my head back onto this black almost but not quite herman miller chair of mine, and let my eyelashes flutter flutter till they rest against each other. that is to say, until my eyes close. and happily would i nappily nap for a good twenty minutes.
twenty minutes is, of course, the magic number in the snoozy science of shut-eye. see, it's just long enough for revitilization, just short enough that you don't emerge, dopey-eyed and dreary. somehow i don't think my co-workers would be that impressed if they walked by and saw me catnapping. but amused? yes. they expect such things of me - not blatant slackerism, perse, but definitely googly eyed giggly behavior. which makes me sound like an imbecile, but really, i just mean i'm known as slightly sly, the girl who's always smiling/laughing - and therefore must be up to something. "trouble".
anyhow, later has turned into later still, and here i sit, in a tidier than usual bedroom, wide awake and wondering what to do with my aimless self. the obvious choice? to welcome slumber as i wished to at the office. but obviously now that i'm in this bower of dozing power, i can't quite shake the awake.
thankfully tomorrow is friday once more. and my dress is laid out by the chimney with care. or maybe just by the door. no matter. it promises to be a long weekend. or perhaps, a longing weekend? there is much social butterflying to be done, events to attend, gatherings to join, if only for a moment, before flitting off to another.
what will it hold?
what sights will i behold?
could this drivel i am writing could be any less gold?
well, it was manic earlier, with 3 hour presentations & clients & all sorts of focus pocus. and now, earlier has turned into later and it's shifted gears into sleepy splendour. nothing better than yawning your life away. i wish that i could, without any guilt, tilt my head back onto this black almost but not quite herman miller chair of mine, and let my eyelashes flutter flutter till they rest against each other. that is to say, until my eyes close. and happily would i nappily nap for a good twenty minutes.
twenty minutes is, of course, the magic number in the snoozy science of shut-eye. see, it's just long enough for revitilization, just short enough that you don't emerge, dopey-eyed and dreary. somehow i don't think my co-workers would be that impressed if they walked by and saw me catnapping. but amused? yes. they expect such things of me - not blatant slackerism, perse, but definitely googly eyed giggly behavior. which makes me sound like an imbecile, but really, i just mean i'm known as slightly sly, the girl who's always smiling/laughing - and therefore must be up to something. "trouble".
anyhow, later has turned into later still, and here i sit, in a tidier than usual bedroom, wide awake and wondering what to do with my aimless self. the obvious choice? to welcome slumber as i wished to at the office. but obviously now that i'm in this bower of dozing power, i can't quite shake the awake.
thankfully tomorrow is friday once more. and my dress is laid out by the chimney with care. or maybe just by the door. no matter. it promises to be a long weekend. or perhaps, a longing weekend? there is much social butterflying to be done, events to attend, gatherings to join, if only for a moment, before flitting off to another.
what will it hold?
what sights will i behold?
could this drivel i am writing could be any less gold?
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