My cubicle is confining me like a drunk tank after a two day bender. My head is not in my game. Work, what it that anyway? I drift as though I'm on a plank left for the sea after a devastating wreck of some time honored vessel. Focus, fool, focus. You have a job, a family, commitments. Where, oh where is this malady coming from?
Yes, dear boardies, I've caught that disease, the dreaded or embraced, depending on your perspective....two day doldrums. How am I going to make it through the next two days? There is only one sure way, read baby, read the negril.com forums. Others have gone and returned. Others have made it through the delightful yet persistent two days prior to jumping jet to Jamaica!
Help me! Will I sleep? Will I drive my family crazy first? I don't know but I have some fuel for the dream and desire, from a group of wild and fun peeps who blaze the trail for me.
Thank you all,
Two days, two days, just two more days......