humpday ...
is not what it seems. it is not the day that you had set aside for that romantic interlude. it is not the day you get to ride the camel to work. it is not the day you get to ride in the middle of the truck's benchseat. and it is not the day you meet Quasimoto.
humpday is that dead spot in the middle of the week between after the weekend and before the weekend. it is the day apparently without end.
it is the day that no matter how fast you go you still get nothing accomplished. it is the day that no matter what temperature it is outside, it is too damn hot and stuffy in the office. it is the day you almost fall asleep at your desk with your hands on the keyboard and the beeeeeeep of the repeating key wakes you up to several pages of reiterating zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's .I never really empathized with the whole idea until today.
today - I just want to take a long winter's nap ... perhaps the fullmoon that blessed the fun & frivolity yestereve at OHee's should be thanked, but I is one tired puppy today. thus a more intimate understanding of hump day.
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