January 29th, 2008

me and my vulture


Holy cow - you know how when you're chewing gum, and you stretch it out and out and out and it gets thinner and stringier, and finally snaps?

Or maybe you have good manners and don't do that sort of thing.  Which reminds me of my first husband, who taught me how to make bubbles with my chewing gum and snap them in my mouth, then yelled at me for practising it.    


That's how I feel today - stretched thin (though you wouldn't know it to look at me - I'm retaining water like a party balloon ready for a summertime street fight) and ready to snap.  I'm battling a massive project at work that keeps throwing out new heads like an overachieving hydra and I'd better stop with the metaphors now before someone arrests me for metaphoricide.  But it is being a little (big) bitch, and I'm in paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.  Nothing new, eh?

Well, the red hot knitting needles stabbing my upper arms are new, but par for the course.  

This following free-association, therefore, is brought to you by one too many painkillers.

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