today i walked into the bookstore, and greeted my lovely coworker. She said hello and then asked if I'd gone swimming. Nope I popped back, instantly reeling with concerns over what about my appearance could possibly stretch to seeming as if I'd been dunked at some point in my day. "Your eyes are blood shot." Oh shoot. I guess it could have been worse, she could have asked if I was on drugs . . . which I'm not by the way. Ummm, well, I wear contacts (lame comeback) and ummm, I haven't been getting much sleep lately (true, but lame nonetheless.)
So rest assured friends that it is not going completely unnoticed that I choose to blog at - oh say 3:02 am - while listening to sweet 80's music and the fan on high (accompanied by high hopes that there's a higher setting - there's not.)
That's just the way my life is right now . . . unfortunately. I don't love having my wonky schedule be an excuse for action, or inaction, or exclusion, or inclusion. Oh well, this is my life for the next, dare-i-say-it, six weeks left of summer.
Holy moly, I'm exhausted, I'm goin' to b-e-d.
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