Ridiculous indulgent pansy-assed but better

February 3, 2012

Today, I gave myself a sick day.
It was surprisingly hard to do.
All the judgy voices in my head
clutched their hair
and foretold doom:
my clients would hate me,
I’d fall irretrievably behind,
and the work ethic police would
come roast me.
It’s a good thing I’ve spent
tens of thousands of dollars
on life coaching and therapy.
Because I was able to give the judgy voices
the finger
and crawl back into my fluffy white bed,
soft and sweet and downy.


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