[Sidenote, every crappy job I had kept an 'employee's log' which supposedly would be used to pass on important info like where the paychecks had been hidden but actually featured meaningful gems like "who ate my bagel? I had it clearly marked in the fridge with MY NAME!!!" I used to fill them with haikus about our bosses, my co-workers, the regulars, how boring afternoons at two o'clock are, etc. Aah, haiku. You helped me survive menial labor and slave wages]
So here is a trial run:
I love my babies
They never sleep through the night
Thank God for caffeine
