So I’m going to do that thing where I apologize for not posting. And I have no real excuse. I mean except for the fact that my brain is devoid (void?) of anything interesting to write about. I shit you not, I actually Googled “give me something fucking interesting to blog about, GOOGLE!” today. So I apologize in advance to the person who gets that on their Google keyword search. And for taking that tone with Google.
My brain has produced nothing. I even saw a naked man, with a monkey on his shoulder, crossing the street on a tandem bicycle with a clown, and all I could muster was “meh. I need to clean my bathroom.”
Part of me thinks I’m coming down with some sort of Ebola virus of some sort. Because I’m just so damn tired this week. So either I’m always this tired and laptop gives me energy and makes me Fight the Sleep, or something is up.
Or maybe it is because it is literally 127 degrees in the office. All day long. And fuck yeah, that would make a person tired. If I go to get something off the printer, I’m sweating. Type three sentences? Sweating. Inhale for a nanosecond too long? Sweating! Like a fat kid on a treadmill.
And you know what comes with The Hot and The Sweating? Crankiness. We’re ALL CRANKY! STEP THE FUCK OFF!
I would like to point out that today was like the first real fall day we’ve had this year. It was in the 50s and windy. Just like it is supposed to be in late October. The rest of the week? Warm. For cripe’s sake, it was 80 on Sunday. On October 21 in Chicago, it was 80. Degrees. Fahrenheit.
So hey! Maintenance people? The heat? NOT necessary. Save the Earth and all that. Go green!
But I’ve decided that since my new company was just bought out recently, the new owners are sweating us out. Only the strong survive! If you can’t take the heat, get out of the cubicle! And other cliches that would work here!
So between that and the asshat I have to deal with at the hotel for our sales conference next week (I got him taken off our account. I rule!), I’m just tired. And so uncreative. And just meh.
Or I’m just saving all the good stuff for November. Because I have to write every day. EVERY. DAY. Do you know how many days that is? The pressure!
No. Don’t get your hopes up.