No, it can\’t already be five a.m.!
No, I can\’t just now be getting home from work!
No, I can\’t have a huge gash on my right index finger that won\’t stop bleeding!
No, my dog didn\’t eat 25% of a one hundred dollar bill while we were at work! (How he got to it, I don\’t know. Did he eat any others, I don\’t know yet.)
No, my eldest cat didn\’t greet me at the door and vomiting! Twice!
No, I can\’t possibly have a doctor\’s appointment in four and a half hours, when I would have to leave in three and a half to get there in time!
Try to make me go to my state appointed rehab appointment next week, even though the rehab specialist is actual coming to my apartment? I\’m thinking \”no,\” just let me rot on welfare, you Democrat bitches!
I am so tired, and yet as soon as I lie down I am awake. Hypnotic sedative addiction at its worst. And I can\’t take one tonight, because I have to be awake and functional in four hours less than its half life.
Must be stronger. If my grandfather is right and I\’m the strong one of the family, then my family must all be cowards, because I feel yellow-bellied in comparison to what I want to be.
