Monday, November 03, 2008

If you can't turn it into literature then there's no point

I'd blame the hopeless chairs I had to sit on for 2 hours except it had started to ache a bit before then.....

Here we have my evening in poetic form:

Creak, creak go the chairs
They are too small anyway
Ridiculous seats.

Some meetings are dull
Plus some people shouldn't speak
Yawning not allowed

The Body Haiku:
I am sick of aches
One part after another
Please just go away

Ibuprofen, yay!
Plus a hot water bottle
Improves things slightly

My day tomorrow:
Tidy up again
Ring about insurance quote
Finish weekend plan


Sweet Camden Lass said...

Next time, we'll take cushions.


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