Lazy Girl, Interrupted. By Work, that is.
That's me on a Sunday Night
Facing the impending gloom of a Monday
Wondering why I enjoy my job
But hate to work
Sunday Nights are spent thinking about all the things I could have
done
If weekdays don't get in my way
All the naps unslept, All the lazing uninterrupted
Work FEEDS you my dear friend
Ego reminds me soberly
Superego says...
Plus you are lucky enough to actually enjoy your work
why the hell are you complaining?
Id says
I want to go to the beach and laze around day after day after
day
and still get paid for it. Can or not?
