not everything needs a title

i'm watching so much Grey's Anatomy that I reckon I could watch it with one eye.

I may try this.

need

ok this is how much i need a break - today I had to take a bus to work. From my lovely perch at the front window I could see everything - still I could not keep my eyes open becasue of the constant stimulation. It's everywhere just constant brain food. i need some brain starvation. Some non thinking. A bit of space for my head. I'm off to waterford for some water to fill my head with next week. Nice one.

work

my workplace is a festering nest of politics - ok so most places are but I would say where I am is particularly bad. Like a minature Dail I venture to say.
I work in my clients office and have done so for four years.
The thing is it's a new comany in a tough marketplace and they need a proactive outlook from the people they hire. But they just hire aggressive people who like to fight and attack from behind. I don't have this kind of aggression as a part of my makeup naturally so the lessons I've learned on the job have changed me. Actually they probably just added to the cynicism I built up from living with my Granny.
Granny is and always has been a miserable person. Just a fog of misery all around her tiny self.
Anyhow i guess this is off the point really. I may leave that one for another essay.
Meetings are an attack from whomever.
Recently I started a new job which takes me out of the meetings and the politics or so I thought.
Yet I have spent the day emailing rowing about processes having a one up type thing with colleagues. GFY all of you - to them.
My boss is in the direct line of the political blahdom. She has a senior person in the clients organisation calling her now b!tching about the person directly below the senior person and almost directly above my boss (from the client side) . You see what I mean - annoying like a needlessly complicated bee/wasp hybrid.
What is wring with them all.
They have no lives.
I am exhausted from it all.
I need a holiday really soon.
Like on Friday - yip like o Friday.
In the middle of episode 22 Grey's anatomy.

Hmmmmm

i have watched ten episodes of greys anatomy since saturday - they are around 45 minutes a go.
Today is Monday. I went to work today and everything. Pretty people in scrubs with silly romantic lives. i.m having strange thoughts of being married to a standoffish top cardio surgeon. They all seem to have sex in the hospital. I have idea why though. Hospitals tend to be pokey, smelly, icky, mrsay. Nasty sex in hospitals where most likely you'll catch someting or other from the floor you are bumping and grinding on.
Weird huh.
weirder still i am currently watching my 11th episode

pip

yesterday when i was lying down in my garden i swallowed a pip from a lemon slice. i felt a rumbling all of sudden and my tummy started to expand. A lemon tree tree began to grow straight out of my belly button. When it was fully grown the tree sprouted hundreds of tiny white flowers. As i looked closer i could see baby lemons growing through the petals of the flowers. The lemons pushed through until they were plump and juicy. When they fell to the ground they burst open and the juice spread all over the grass soaking it all. The grass turned a bright yellow colour that sparkled in the sun.
Then the grass melted away and i found myself floating in a lemon custard pie. i licked my lips and ate myself all the way out of the pie. The pie tasted lemony sweet and tangy. The warm pie slipped down my throat filling my tummy. There was so much pie filling my stomach it pushed the roots of the tree up and out through my belly button. The lemon tree fell over and became a big cloud of sparkling yellow dust. When the dust settled i got up and took a stroll around the garden.