I’ve decided to blog tons today to increase my levels of mental alertness and add a spicy mix into the hectic crazy (not true) that is my day.
I checked up on my daily horo’s and I found this one particularly funny:
Great Friday bitterness going on…I feel like I’m expressing all the rage blackouts I can’t commit to externally without being fired. Just swell.
LDubbs brought up an important ponder via work e-mail today: “why does night me always hurt morning me?”
It is so true, like what the eff self? Who the hell does night me think this she is, going out on a weeknight, drinking lots of vino and staying up til the 1s and 2s, making ridiculous life-altering claims?! SHE’S NUTS!
Morning me is so responsible and pure of heart. She wants to get up at 6 and pack her weekender items in an organized fashion. She’s just soooo good, I love her like AK loves friendship after a bottle of pinot.
I need to find balance. Morning me is like the smart, but ugly sister (and she’s like rrrreally ugly, ask bf) & night me is like the popular bitch. There has to be a lovely bones inbetween.
This conversation needs to end but I will bring up on valid point: neither morning me or night me hold a candle to weekend me. Weekend me needs a friend, I just realized she’s my partner acting on strange influences. I think its time she and I talk.
Tonight we’ll go for togetherness.