What day is this?

Ahh...  So much to do, so little desire to do anything.  I'm at home today, no temp jobs for me yesterday either.  Although I did get a call about a potential position.  Not gonna talk about it or get my panties in a knot over it, just gonna let things happen.  

This is about the time depression seeps in.  Yesterday I combatted it by going for a long jog and going to a friend's house.  Today doesn't feel so...uhm...productive.  I did get up and make Ron a nice breakfast.  It's been nice seeing each other awake during the week for a change.  Now he's at work and I have nothing but time to do all sorts of things like vacuuming (my favorite!), cleaning out the bedroom closet, going for another long jog/walk (I might bring myself to a little later) and of course, drawing!  Yes, I was feeling so very inspired after my therapist appointment last week.  Where the hell did it go?  I don't even have the urge to doodle.  But here I am, typing away in a pointless blog.  Wait.  This isn't pointless.  Is it?  No...no...  At least I'm doing SOMEthing.

And now for a hilarious, distasteful poem about my favorite subject...

Bulging stomach, stretchy skins
Babies born with dorsal fins
Drunk teens, anal tears
Pregnant women falling down stairs
Your mom is drunk and loose!
Eat my pill or eat my gat
Ill slap you with my golden strap
Filthy sex drunken stupor
should have jazzed in her pooper
Pregnancy is an STD!
Drinkin' Gin and blackin' out
suckin' clit that tastes like trout
Ludes and Acid Triamenic,
rides to the abortion clinic
You were an accident!
I got a cure for this disease,
Say 'kick me in the stomach please'
All you want now is my cash!
Because I slipped a load in your monster gash!
Pregnancy is an STD!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  Yea.  I know...I have issues.  Heh.