Good morning! Good morning! O’ do check my seams,
I went to bed in my forties and woke up in my teens at 10:15.

It’s not Friday but it’s freaky with no switch-out on the scene.
Mischievously perked, with a brow up and short skirt –
I’m definitely in my teens.

Maybe you do or don’t know what I mean.
Feeling without a care, I’m better than fair –
Good God! I feel like I’m my teens.

The day is new my face is aglow.
I’m bound to make my runs and put on a show.

Yo-Yo-Yo! I head Yo! MTV is making a combeback.
My 20-year old told me about a few weeks back.

I haven’t had time to inquire about it more with Fab.
I’m just excited about the jams to come; MTV, welcome back!

This hump day, for me, is but a mountain of sheer pleasure.
I’ve got the stamina of a teen and atop of the peak is a treasure.

Clock my speed as I maneuver. You better believe I’m taking advantage.
I’ve raised my kids and steadied the family bid – my time is mine to manage.

I love a new day and new challenges that come with.
I use my alchemist abilities to create compelling scripts.

Today I’ll be light and quick with the quips.
I think I’m going to a matinee of SOLO – so this entry shall be quick.

I’ve got script work on my mind and it has me feeling jitted up.
I woke up like this; I did, I did – with no caffeine in my cup.

My creative meter is going nuts, so in the latter of the day, I’ll hop onto Final Draft and write,
I’m Qui
A giddy and opportunistic-she, happy to observe and perfectly preserved to script a delight.

Oh my, oh my, what will I scribe?