Amazing what the brain can do at 4am.
Well, I'm assuming this will be legible.
An ode to sick Maya:
Wait, scratch that,
A haiku to sick Maya:
You snore in my bed
While mami is wide awake
I hate you, fever
Im talented. Boom! Pow! How you like me now? I got flows too. Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
I have one more hour to sleep. I don't know if ill make it in early. Martin is in the shower. I wish I could shush him, and the neighbor with the bucket ass car he keeps revving to "warm up the engine." Idiot, you are wasting your gas. I'm finding every excuse to be cranky, just like when I'm hungry. Someone recently taught me a new word for when you are short tempered secondary to hunger pangs: "hangry." Yup that's me. But right now I'm not hangry. I'm more like iwishicouldsleepafullnightsrestandthisfeverdisappearssotheworldcanbestarsandrainbowsonceagain. Someone come up with a shorter, more simpler quick witted phrase for that. K thanks.
The doctor said it is probably viral. Duh! I just want something to make her sleep. A special potion.
Oh dear God, it is 4:15am. Let me turn this bright phony off and knock out like pacman. Oooooh buuuuuuuuurn.
One last thing, its 30 degrees outside, I have our team Christmas lunch. How am I suppose to look cute? BITCHES!!!!!
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