Guess which one is me.
I was looking in my Media Library for my picture of Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff with Lugosi saying, “Thank God it’s Friday,” and Karloff saying, “You idiot, it’s Tuesday!” when I noticed the poop and said, “Hey! That’s what I feel like right now!” This is, of course, fake poop. You see, I can’t even feel like poop properly! I feel like fake doodoo! I hope the humor obscures the fact that I am once again complaining about how I feel.
Here are my guys!
For the record, I did not for one teeny-tiny, itty-bitty second today feel that it was Friday. I felt all happy on Sunday that I only had to work five days before having a week off. Hell, it’s still five days! Don’t mind me; my life is really not as bad as all that. I’ve just had a kind of a not very enjoyable day. You know the days when it seems that there are 82 minutes in each hour and maybe 112 seconds per minute. I finally got home to begin working on Christmas stuff I need to get done, and I feel SO TIRED!
Then again, that is perfectly appropriate for Tired Tuesday. Oh, here’s a Freudian typo: at first I started to type Turd Tuesday. Teehee! I wonder if I dare put that for the headline.
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