Sung to the tune of Camptown Races

[crifmer]

Beat my head against the desk
doo dah, doo dah
Beat my head against the desk
Oh doo dah day
Gonna sleep all night
Gonna slave all day
Spend my money on a five dollar whore
Oh doo dah day.

Comments

[swimpaddlz]

...now I just don't know if this post meshes with your previous one...

...unless the 5 dollar whore is what's making life interesting...

;-)

[crifmer]

No, this one's separate. It's been a *very* shitty day at work. My back's killing me from stress/tension and I'm really to just collapse. I thought about a soak in the tub, but I don't have one of those rubber circle things to put over the drain to seal it, and I'm not sure if I care enough to stop at ShopRite on the way home to look for one.

[swimpaddlz]

I'm sorry. Am trying to think if there's some sort of homemade substitute for the rubber circle thingie. But I can't think of one. Am too tired. Too many overwound kids through the museum today. (ah, end of school year field trips....)

Feel better. *hug*

[cilldara]

I know I shouldn't ask .... but ...
"Spend my money on a five dollar whore"

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