It’s Friday afternoon and I feel compelled to be witty or funny or something and nope, I can’t do it.

It’s too fucking hot, too many days in a row; my sleeping is off, I haven’t been running in a few days, and I want to kill a couple of my co-workers that won’t shut. the. fuck. up. There is a missing cell phone, deadlines to meet, no energy and even less money in my checking account.

There, I feel better already, bitching can be good for me. Talk to ya later.