The Sunday Night Shitshow

  I took this picture in San Diego  San Diego San Diego…. Life back home in DC is giving me the blues.  Tomorrow, start time is 8am so that means I have to wake up around 6. Wtf.  So the weekly Sunday Night Bluesapalooza is in rare form.  It’s like Counting Crowes hit the stage…

sunday blues

Count your money and keep the battery running Sunday strikes like a cunning poker-faced, rattlesnake waiting, behind my plate lobster & t-bone steak Surf & turf, medium baked no taste, couldn’t care less if I’m awake Cause Saturday & Sunday never last When you are a card carrying member of the working class What numbers…

Sunday Coming Down

Monday, inevitable Monday That old fear, Monday, Monday Your baggage is here. Behind the weekend’s liberated charm Tonite I’ll remember To set the alarm And tomorrow I’ll go back To doing corporate jumping jacks In my box at the office

Indroducing: Sexy Sundays

Hosted by:  79sparrows “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” in the words of Bono.    The problem with Sunday, is although it is  technically is part of the ‘weekend,’ it also prefaces Monday.   It is that part of the day that my mind wanders to ‘what will I be walking into tomorrow?’   It’s not like I work for Donald…

The Sunday Blues

Tomorrow the work week begins.    It will be Monday, bloody Monday.   I will drive my Jeep onto I-95, the beltway, where one is not safe unless fueled by caffeine or an upper of some sort, to navigate a sleepy mind thru the mad vehicular rush of the morning.  Once at my office building, the guards…