I should be writing a blog post right now. But I promised myself I'd get to bed at a decent hour this week. I've failed twice already and it's only Thursday! My professional and personal life has taken a turn for the mega busy of late. And that's a good thing. There just aren't enough hours in the day to dance all the dances.
My brain is too tired to be funny or clever or philosophical or pencil skirty (well, I'm never too tired for that) so really, I should just not write a blog post about not writing a blog post and call it a day. Trouble is, when I start writing I can't stop the jibber jabber on the page. It's a curse!
Same off the page. I walk around like an Italian mafia wife flinging my hands and gesturing high and low like I'm conducting myself. I really should hire someone to kiss me and shut me up occasionally. That's such a lovely way to be muzzled. Where IS that parking lot kisser when I need him?
Cause a Queen should not walk around with dark circles under her eyes and droopy eyelids and .....things.
Yesterday I was so tired that I fell asleep (I.kid.you.not) in the chair while getting my hair trimmed. I woke up with layered curls and mousse dripping on my handbag before I could say forty winks, which I sorely need right now cause I am a walking poster child for allergic-to-morning.com.
Everybody at work knows not to speak to me before 8:30 am but still.....I need to represent my crown a bit better than I've been doing.
A girl could stumble on a kisser if she's watching her curls and beauty sleep ya know.
So, if you don't mind I won't write one solitary word on this page tonight. I mean, really! Why should I? It's juuuusst a bloooogggg. Right?