Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I am feeling so much Magillicuddy fatigue I can't even say his name anymore. For now I just don't care to see, hear, talk about, rant about, rip on, praise, opine or give a damn about Mr.Magillicuddy. I am exhausted. This person is really out of my mind. He is our_______ and that is so dandy that Magillicuddy has a new job and the peeps are so happy. But I have to be honest, I don't want to say his name or look at his mug for a while. Mr. Magillicuddy and his in your face, face need to step back from my personal space. I need some space Mr. M. Its not working for me, I feel smothered. I need some me time away from you and the time away from each other would do us some good. Its not you, its me. I find myself wanting to rip your face off every time I see it and its not healthy for you or for me. Don't contact me, I will contact you if I am ready to start over. You need to go and so do I. Don't worry, I will be back and maybe we can make this work, but for now I need a breather. Don't look at me like that. I can't stand to look or talk about you anymore. I have a debilitating exhaustion from the topic of you. If you don't want a syndrome named after you then get out of my face before I implode.
That is pretty much what I am thinking on day 1. MAJOR BURNOUT. Time to go to my happy place and not speak that name for a while. Its for the best...