Friday, September 05, 2008
I'm Getting Dizzy
How could this day get any worst, I thought, as I stood in the middle of the room turning around in circles trying to think of what it was I was doing before being interrupted for the millionth time. The tightening fingers of the quick sand held me within its grasp and I was slowing sinking lower and lower. Stephen, I need you. Stephen, can you help me? Stephen, this phone call is for you. Stephen, Stephen, Stephen...................
The hands on the clock was not ticking away fast enough for this day to end.
I'll be right there . . . What is it I can help you with . . . Hello, this is Stephen. . .
The rest of you........get in line, take a number, I'll call you when it is your turn.
I am so looking forward to the weekend..................