Monday Monday

I’ve written a poem since my last post and started another (I should be working more quickly, eh?)

I worked today. It was fine.

It’s a Monday.

I didn’t wake up feeling happy. But let me tell you this, I NEVER wake up happy because I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON! So there! It has nothing to do with my cheerful depression. I am just not a morning person. Especially at six o clock in the morning.

I watched/listened to a TED Talk today that gave ways we can determine if someone is lying to us. And one of the things, the tells, is “formal language”, like not using contractions when you speak. Which means that I might just be a LYING LIAR because I did not contract a couple of things in the last paragraph.

So there.

Also: someone (not me) bought inferior batteries and they suck. I am on the second battery in two weeks for my mouse and it’s ALREADY failing. Le sigh. [This is the passive aggressive paragraph.]

Off to do more scheming.