I have no patience or attention span for you today. Why do you insist on making me think and try to function? Wouldn't it be easier if you just let me nap under my desk, just for this one Friday? Do you know how much more pleasing you would be if I could watch shows on my DVR while I attempt to write reports? I'm sick of your insistence. Okay, just a few more hours.
Love,
Is it 5PM yet?
