I am so busy that my Diet Coke went flat before I could drink it all.
I am so busy that I started to put my hair in a pony tail and forgot to finish.
I am so busy that I ate my lunch standing up at the mini-kitchenette today, scarfing chili's tortilla chips and salsa while I waited for my lean-cuisine to finish "baking".
I am so busy that I don't even have time to internet date.
I am so busy that I have to balance my checkbook in my head (which reeks havoc with my ability to purchase cafe rio salads on the fly).
I am so busy that my best friend had to IM me to tell me that she is "SICK of me not returning her calls" (quote used by permission...copyright 2006, nipta thompson).
I am so busy that I can't really write in my blog...although I suppose I appear to be writing right now, but don't worry it's actually just a figment of your imagination.
I am so busy that even my attempts to play mind tricks on you are half-assed and pathetic at best.
I am so busy that I can only sing harmony to 1/2 of a Ryan Adams song while driving in my car before I start feeling guilty that I'm not multitasking and putting myself and others at risk by returning my best friends' phone calls while shifting gears.
Did I mention the part about my diet coke going flat before I could drink the whole thing???? That really made me mad.
I am so busy that I don't even have time to fill out that VERY WONDERFUL "getting to know you" email that has become part of the fabric of my life.
I am so busy that I can only do 1/2 hour on the stationary bike at the gym, which oddly enough is still plenty of time to acquire HUGE wet butt marks of sweat which highlight my best features. Go figure.
THIS IS HOW BUSY I AM.