My dreams are no longer dreams. They are but a reiteration of life. I dreamt of emailing/ calling the Toad to say I am taking day off. I dreamt of him summarily shelving my story and switching list two hours before release. I dreamt of a business contact who I couldn't quite place despite knowing his name. I dreamt of coming down with fever and staying online to deflect calls.
I woke up to a temperature and croaked to the boy that I can't talk so I am going to be online for a while. I am debating whether to send the Toad a mail so I can work from home. Now if only Shrikent does not show up for a meeting, I'll be ok.
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Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.
About Me
- oxyacetelyne
- fat boring woman with small life, large feet and many footwear.has ability to put aforementioned foot in her mouth with clockwork regularity