7:am RING! CRASH! "SHUDDUP! YA NOISY GIT!" You are very much tempted to phone in sick, as you rise from your heavenly pit Although you are down, you dash to you chores, hoping to get that raise; but the bus is late, keeping you in the rain: "It's gonna be one of those days!" A few hours later the deeds have been done, and you waltz on in through the front door... Glad to be home, yet dreading tomorrow, your tired eyes look to the floor. For the rest of the day you relax and play, have supper, then go up to bed. You wish you could stay there for hours on end, but unlucky for you, instead: 7:am! "OH NO! NOT AGAIN! That alarm clock is taking the mick!" You leap out of bed, with the plan in your head of: "I think that I'll phone in sick!"
Reason for writing:
Experience
Birth sign: Cancer
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