Monday Aftermath

You know when someone has no content not just by looking at the person and let him or her speak. I mean calling someone an idiot just on impressions won't be fair, no? But when after a few hours, and you realised the notepad is barely scribbled on, you can confirm you did indeed spend a few hours with an idiot with no content.

My brains are pulp. Need to sleep. Long day ahead. Oh how I relish each day with its idiosyncracies and people who give my heart a workout (nope, no nubile young things but idiots who drive me blood pressure up. Nubile young things do exist but I am too busy to notice. Even when they wear tight trousers that confirm that they do not have much of a butt).