Sunday on Monday
The quiet whir of a fan
Badly cared for feet on soft hardwood floors
The sound of meetings happening with out me
Bliss
The only pressure on me is my go-go mind saying "Orange Juice"
It's whimsical yet demanding and still carefree
Oh, day off how I've longed for thee
They put me through the wringer last week
I snapped at them
"Stop. I'm at my breaking point. Actually just past it. As you can tell I just broke. Enough."
And that was enough.
My Sunday spilled into Monday
But that's fine. My Fridays have been spilling into my Saturdays as of late.
The quiet demand of Microsofts Products right there on my menu bar
Menu bar
Sounds like something you want to eat
But this you don't
Stop man-child-lover-whimsically intelligent-friend
Enough
Today is Monday topped with Sunday
And it's delicious
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