Blogging and other important time users of the day

Today is one of those days where I started with the best of intentions and I'm wondering what went wrong. I got online to answer a few e-mail and that took 2 hours. I somehow ended up at my blog and saw that it was sorely out of date. Soooo, I sat at my desk and for the next 2 hours proceeded to update it. Now mind you, I have work to do! Yes, serious work. Then I got a text message. YIPPEE. Who's it from? I don't know. So what do I do? Investigate the text message!
No, I haven't found out who it's from. So what do I do next? Write a blog about my day. Umm, I believe I have a problem. Yes, it's a mental illness. It's called Carmen wants to be a crazy person, locked in an asylum that serves canned food all day long. Does anyone else see me ending my life by papercut? Hmm. . .I think I will go to work now. I wonder, what area code is 504? Why is there a dog in my yard? Why are the neighbors outside talking? Maybe later I'll get a mani/pedi---Uh. . .
Okaaay, you don't have to get out the zap paddles. I'm on to writing, Suddenly Single, Trina Crawford's story. Then reading Toni Morrison's, Beloved.
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