Yargh! Some nights I come home and I have my post written already in my head by the time I pull in the driveway. I can't wait to sit down so I can pour it all out of my head and into you poor unsuspecting souls.
Then some nights, like tonight, I just sit here and there's nothing.
Things happened. Stupid stuff happened. Inmates got locked up. The Captain managed to piss me off and hurt my feelings just a little bit which pissed me off even more.
Luckily none of us got hurt and we all got to go home safe.
Well, those of us who didn't get held over to work a double got to go home, anyway. We are critically short of staff and some of the directives coming down are making that even worse.
We are all going to be working alot more overtime.
But I sit here and try to put the events of tonight in some sort of logical order or even coherent sentences and I got nothing. It's all just a mish-mash in my head right now.
I was hoping a little "free association" would help bring things a little clarity.
But that doesn't seem to be working.
I need more monkeys and more typewriters over here, ASAP!
In the meantime, I'll just slide over to the calendar like that was what I intended to do in the first place.
Saturday is going to be National Hoagie Day, Cartoonists Day, Kentucky Derby Day, National Homebrew Day and Scrapbooking Day.
Please don't run with those scissors.
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