A poem from work:
Numbers, names, and dates
March tirelessly down the page.
New pages, new conquests.
I would scan an image of the pages in question, but I'd have to blank out half the information, so it wouldn't have the same impact. Or maybe it would.
Tired and stiff today. Didn't sleep well; was either too hot or too cold or too pestered by cats. Took some Irish Breakfast Tea to work, which has perked me up enough to get through the morning.
Running errand over lunch. Will probably need more caffiene for the afternoon.
Appetite has been cranked up lately. I suspect a combination of stress and oncoming winter. I have been snacking on sweets, which isn't very good for me. I need to make some better snacks for those random urges. Peel some carrots and apply peanut butter to celery, that sort of thing. Maybe chunk some cheese.
Yeah, it sounds fattening, but it's a lot better for me than Lil Debbie Snacks.