Ay! Carumba!

Hello.

Mierda. That's what I feel like right now. I would Babelfish Mierda, so I can list it in a gazzillion different languages here, but I don't think they have the word shit in their translation database. It's really a shame don't you think?

Each morning it's the same
I stand across the counter
the promise of wakefulness fill my senses
deliver me from my fogginess of mind
oh great cup of Joe.
As Henri takes my $2
and across the counter she pushes back a nickel
it's then it hits me
I leave the nickel on the counter,
my discarded emotion affection.
"I don't need you", I say

So I wish I could write I've been away due to winning tons of moola in the lottery and running-off to some fantabulous destination where I'm being spoiled by gorgeous men who are wearing next to nothing while giving me back rubs while I sip on Mojitos.

Yeah.

I wish.

Truth.

I've been working like an insane person for the past month. So much so, that around midnight is my usual clocking out time. And it's only been today that I started to finally feel it. Okay, well actually, I felt it first last Saturday, but I got to yell at my ex-husband so I was good for a few days. Yeah...today, I can say for certain...I am feeling the loopy.