Monday, April 16, 2007

 

04.16.07

We all have our problems.

Forgive me if I don't indulge you or, in my opinion, burden you with my own.

It's not what I do.

Did I get enough sleep?

Sure, why not.

Is everything okay?

No.

But, you know... there's always the bad and of course, the good.

Not to dismiss what you're saying or come off as somewhat conceited, but I know I'm doing a good job.

In my eyes, maybe not a great job, but I'm doing it decently enough.

You want to show your appreciation?

Just come.

Come on time.

Have fun, crack a few jokes, kick it in the back, talk to your fellow members, talk to any one of us coordinators.

And in the off-chance that we need your attention, give it.

That's all.

No, I'm not stressed. It's not what I do.

However, my body is really tired-- angry at me, even.

It's saying, "Ryan, there is no such thing as a 30-hour day."

I won't dance. Don't ask me.

I won't dance, madame with you.

My hear won't let my feet do things that they should do.

When did this happen?

A long time ago, but I stopped watering the seed.

Apparently, it's been given Miracle Growth in the past few days.

Why?

I need my muses, I suppose.

And for the record:

I'm really digging the two sets.

Straight fi-yah.

I'm just sayin'.

Put that one in your banks.

Docking out...
-Ryan : it's in the details

Ryan posted this at 1:44 AM.