sick.
temperature rises.
throat is sore.
ears are stucked.
basically, i can't shout at kids,
or hear their nonsense.
it's a day of rest.
the medication got into me,
drowsy.
thoughts get into my head,
in a s l o w manner.
no results can be generated,
or no good results can be generated
from within.
i'm totally exhausted.
still,
i get phone calls,
about lost nametags,
missing accessories,
tomorrow's ROD.
sometimes i hate the phones.
reader k | 7/28/2005 08:03:00 PM |
