Don't Push It

I told myself that as soon as I get home from work, I will not have to do anything with related to work. Wrong! Here I am sitting right next to the laptop, which I turned on an hour ago.
I keep fighting the urge to do some more work so that I can get as much done before my deadline, but my eyes fail me. Blurry. Dry. Tired.

It has been a long day... but productive, I must say. Sometimes I get so engrossed with what I'm doing that I lose track of time. Like today...

I didn't leave the office until a little past 7pm. Had it not been for the text message that my daughter sent me -- asking me where I am -- I wouldn't have noticed the time.
I feel beat. Physically -- from driving almost an hour; mentally -- from the whole day's work.
I checked my mail (email, that is!) to see if there is anything interesting. Not that I was expecting something truly interesting... but at least I was hoping to find something other than the ads and junk.

I got an email from this woman with whom I have no desire to associate with. Why? Because she is one ignorant idiot who crossed my path at a time when I was ready to throw spears at anything that come my way. Let me just say this -- she was f&^%$ing rude! To get into my business and have the nerve to remark about my behavior was something I did not want to hear at that time. But with her filthy mouth, she did.

This woman has no respect for herself at all. And I mean AT ALL! Everything that comes out of her mouth is pure filth, descriptive of her low life style.

Let me say no more. It just aggravates me to think.

I'm having a glass of wine. Actually, it tastes pretty darn good! So what if it's cheap wine .. he he he .. as long as it gives me the silent lush I want, I'm happy.

Thoughts fly through my mind. Different thoughts. Some good. Some bad. Some nonsensical at all. Just thoughts. Now if I start to write about my feelings, it will just make me miserable -- more miserable than I am now. I will just shut hole! MUM.

Maybe I'll go to bed and try to lull myself to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow I can think better.