I’m trying to write. Mr. Rilch is downstairs listening to the radio and cataloguing his videos. Should be a cozy setting, right? Not when I have to hear him YAWN every two minutes! Every fucking time I think I’m back in my groove, I hear “EEEE-YAWWWWWWWWGHHHHHHHH…”
then I settle down
then “OOooooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhh…”
repeat ad infinitum.
God damn it, if you’re that sleepy, turn off the TV and listen to the radio in bed!!
And no, I do not know that song! No matter how many times you sing the first two lines, I am not going to join in, because I do not fucking know it!
I was on a medication a while ago that made me yawn.
I want to work and was yawning like crazy. I said, “Oh no! I have yawn!” No one believed me that “Yawn” is given on TV commercials as a possible side-effect of some drugs.
Now if anyone yawns, they cry, “Julie! I have yawn!”
I’m so freaking sleepy right now. I wish work had a naptime. We could just pull out little cots from under the desk right after lunch and sleep for about 40 minutes. Then get back to work. That would be sweet.
You should come work in my office, no really there are a couple of people like that with cots under their desks. They even have make shift doors on the cubicles so no one bugs them.
We live in an apartment. The office where I’m at is sort of a loft overlooking the living room. I also can’t close the door because of the ironing board on the back of it, so between the stairway (right next to the door) and the open wall, I can hear everything downstairs.
This is usually a good thing. I can hear the TV or radio from up here, for instance, and we can call back and forth to each other. But I draw the line at “OOooooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhh…”.
