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@ 03. Aug. 2007. – 09:57:32
A poem to describe the lethargy, illness-related-fuzziness and general Friday morning feeling of wishing the working week would just end:
Brain fog
Brain fog,
Head smog,
Cannot think
For pie.
Drowned out,
Frowned out,
Thoughts fade
And die.
Eyes droop,
Flies swoop,
Craziness
Abounds.
Head falls,
Bed calls,
Laziness
Is found.
© Frances Pallett
faffajane
Pro Hugs x
Aw thanks! 
faffajane
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joebangles
Look at Friday as a bit of work before the start of the weekend, it worked for me, now it's just another day and that is worse.
Thanks for all your comments, I think the fog may be lifting or that may be my enthusiasm slipping away! Think I've got a cold or hayfever or something similar and it is sapping my strength after a hard week, plus our shower broke yesterday so I am not surprised that I don't feel particularly awake!
It is nearly the weekend though and it's going to be sunny, or so they say for at least saturday!
Have a good one
jenray
Pro Hope you feel better soon...big hugs in the meantime...
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Soon be over - but as soon as possible by the sound of that poem.