Only Wednesday

It feels like it should be Thursday.
I hate when your inner day clock get all off wack.
Makes the weeks drag on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and... oh you get it.


I'm hoping to take the rest of the week off, but if you know my taking off work track record, you'll know this could just be a whimsical dream.

Well here is to another Wednesday for the books that took forever to get here.

Officially fed up.

That's it. That is it. I've had it.
No More being nice. No more being polite.

State Farm: Please get off your ass and give me a damn settlement payment.

Farmers State Bank: Please get off your ass and get my note paid off. They need my information, and I've given you permission, so release everything already.
I refuse to give out any more money to you. You suck and it's over. Finished, no more. Nada Enchilada. I'm taking my money and business else where.

ERRRRR, this is absolutely ridiculous.
It has been long enough. I'm tired and I want this done.

WHY DO PEOPLE DRAG THEIR FEET?
Keep it up, and I'll cut your damn feet off. Then what will you do?