the wrong side of the bed
Monday, December 12, 2005
good morning to you
when i was a kid, my mother would wake me up with this song:
good morning to you
good morning to you
you look like a monkey
and you smell like a zoo
sometimes i sing this to myself. it helps a great deal. sometimes i HATE starting my day. i am especially reluctant to get going today. i got nothing accomplished this weekend (except for holiday gift shopping).
i feel guilty and anxious. but, my mother thinks i am a monkey, and in my family, this is the highest praise.
good morning to you
good morning to you
you look like a monkey
and you smell like a zoo
sometimes i sing this to myself. it helps a great deal. sometimes i HATE starting my day. i am especially reluctant to get going today. i got nothing accomplished this weekend (except for holiday gift shopping).
i feel guilty and anxious. but, my mother thinks i am a monkey, and in my family, this is the highest praise.
6:26 AM
