It’s Monday morning. It’s another week. I have to go to the gym. I have to get my license renewed. I have to do some legal shit. I have to write more query letters. I have to work on the mystery-cozy (i.e. the new dream of a steady poverty-level income). And I am SO NOT in the mood. For. Any. Of. It. Wish I had me some monkeys to “FLY FLY FLY” and take care of some of it for me.
Alas, I am neither witch, nor green, nor zoo-keeper, nor Justin Bieber – you know, always with someone around to spank my monkey for me . So, I’ll have to face the week. Best to start with a laugh. You should too – check out my friend, MaryMac, explaining why Facebook sucks. Then check out her back catalogue HERE AT PAJAMAS AND COFFEE! She’ll get you moving. She shamed me into a breakfast of Slim Jims and getting busy. And reminded me how tedious are my “vague-booking” Facebook posts. Damn her.
And if that doesn’t do the soul/spiritual jumper-cabling required to get you going – how about a little blasphemy to start your day?
You’re welcome. Now, gotta run. If I sit still too long I’ll either be interrupted by my bird-stalker (read all about it here) or hit by “whoops what if She’s not imaginary” God’s lightning bolt, or, more likely, torn to heartless, brainless, courage-less shreds by some bitch’s monkeys – because, sadly, I long since misplaced my ruby slippers. Damn my luck.