the usual pet peeve in haiku form

It's that time again
When my nails are really long.
Keyboard clicking sucks.


Now, for one on our recent house hunt...


Feeling uneasy...
Tight space, safer neighbourhood?
Huge place, risky hood?

Dear God, not again.

A prayer request in haiku form:

He deserves better.
Remain focused. First things first.
Please help him be strong.

How does that happen?

7:30 am to 8:00 am kills me.
In real time, that means thirty minutes or a half hour.
In my world, it equates to a brisk 15 minutes.

This battle has got to stop. Such drama drama. +_+

P.S.
Hello September. Hello chilly winds.

Politicking in the workplace...

*roaaaaaaaar*

Well, DANG then.

x_x

Enough said. [for now]

>:^x

God help me, I am in such a foul mood today.