Posted by on February 12, 2013

42-15529728Dear Deadline,

Perhaps you should be the “word of the week”, but I hardly want to give you that honor. Don’t get me wrong. I like you. You help me get things done, but right now, I’m a little sick of your presence. 

Three different deadlines is about two too many. 

Have you met my friend Sleep? Probably not, huh. I don’t really think you two would get along very well anyway.

So, I’m not just writing to gripe. This is what happens with too little sleep and a tired brain. You’re just lucky I’m not pulling out all the sarcasm stops and giving you that look I evidently have when I’m no longer able to smile. 

Anyway, this is going to have to be short, because well, you know, you’re here. So I’ve got to be going. I just wanted to let you know that I will own you one day. You will be MY slave. Already, I’ve gotten ahead of you, and soon I’ll be so organized and together that you will have to run to catch up with me, so just sit there and mock me for now. Your day is coming!

Peace!

 

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