Falling off the Ball

The other day at work I was so tired that I almost fell asleep on top of my yoga ball. Luckily I startled awake before I fell off. Well. Before I fell off more than a little bit. At least I didn't fall over in a great THUMP, like a did at Halloween. My wooden sword fell on top of me too. It really wasn't an auspicious day. Which reminds me: next year I want to celebrate another Halloween on the last day of April. All those people who do that "Christmas in July" have not seen anything yet!

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It's hot in the laundromat. I can't help it; the tumbling, spinning frenzy spreading energy to the four corners. Outside at three it was 109, but inside at nine it feels hardly less than 103. I'm wilting faster than the clothes. It's only June. Mentally I review every law, every code that forces even a stitch more on. It's all tied up.

No wonder I'm spending so much time here. I have only to walk out the door for sweat to be standing on my skin. My pants could stand by themselves~they're so fortified with trace minerals.

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This is not working. I put it off too late, and I slid off the ball and almost fell asleep. Dang it; I wish shift change would hurry up and come, because I'm going nuts. Although it's really more like being comatose, energywise. I hate it when I get like this.