It bothers me to no end when the cook time is left on the microwave. I must push the button to clear it and return to the clock, however, a pair of dirty socks left by the back door doesn't get to me for weeks.
I used to have tons of drive and motivation. Now the only way I'll do things is if the deadline is looming right over my head. I also used to do the tasks I hated most first. Now I procrastinate in hopes it will go away.
I am just like my mother no matter how hard I try.
I drank too much Saturday night and had a hangover for two entire days. Getting old sucks. Sad part is I wasn't even drunk.
I have a love/hate relationship with my job. I love working with the people, hate the work. I do enjoy having people do the work for me., however.
I've been blogging for a year and my writing skills have not improved a bit.
A Heaping Helping Of Spam - I love getting comments on my blog. Wait, let me rephrase that. I love getting comments from actual people who actually read my blog, and who leave comment...
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