Yes, I WOULD Like Some Cheese With It... Wise Guy...

I'm tired.

I'm sick of living on food that barely qualifies as food.  Coffee and muffins aren't really food.

I don't like only riding the train before and after dark.  That's on the same day.  You got that.

I must be getting pretty comfortable around here, because I've finally started offending people.  Nothing major, just general, conversational foot-in-mouth stuff.  That new-kid, spit-polish shine is wearing thin.  The Weedle-ness is starting to break through.  Not all in a bad way, though. 

The Weedle-ness is part of what's making me tired.  A good tired.  The kind of tired that reminds me of the "let's go to the middle of some cowfields, open up our magic box, and create an extension of the Coffee Kingdom in a couple weeks' time" days.  Fulfilling tired.

"Why don't you just work your eight hours and go home?" someone asked me today.  Fair enough question.  Can't whine much about working too much if no one's making me, right?

It's Weedle.  Weedle's making me.  Weedle's making me stay until it's all done, and not just done, but done right.  Done to Weedle standards.

Weedle can be a real slave-driver.

And, yeah, maybe all the tired is making Weedle filter things less.  Hence the mild offensiveness. 

Weedle's sorry, like she said.

But Weedle just signed her second year lease yesterday.  Jess signed the first one, but she let Weedle sign this one. 

So get used to it, Weedle says.  I ain't going anywhere.

Except to bed.  I'm tired. 

Comments

A second year, huh? Enjoy. I've just been catching up -- Spring Awakening -- it's based on Wedekind's Frühlingserwachen, isn't it? Not sure how closely, though. That's probably not one we would have read had you continued, but it's on-line if you're interested:
http://gutenberg.spiegel.de/?id=5&xid=3046&kapitel=2&cHash=78606268bc2#gb_found
Did you see the PBS broadcast of Sondheim's Company the other night? Depressing, I thought, but the staging was interesting. Take care -- BK

[Leslie]

If you would just take Carrie off your music list to the right, it'd all be pretty slammin'.

Muffins and coffee aren't real food. Can't you sneak a sandwich? And do y'all have the doughnuts and cupcakes? I'm addicted...

Oh, and in response to an earlier post, Crackberry is also what a lot of people call their Blackberrys.

God Bless America.