So, I'm busy. Busy, busy, busy. Between my thesis (only 3 weeks until it needs to be handed in) and work (only forever, or until I get a new job, before everything I need to do is done) I am one busy person. And I'm tired. I went to bed at 8:30pm last night. No reading, just lights out at 8:30. But I'm too busy to be tired. And I'm too tired to be busy. I'm tired of being busy. I'm tired of being tired.
I'm pooped and I have too much to do. How are you?
I'm pooped and I have too much to do. How are you?
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My man is gone for 6 weeks.
I got a speeding ticket last night when I've never even gotten so much as a written warning before and have only ever been pulled over once (for an expired tag right after I'd gotten married and moved).
I'm supposed to be having a jewelry party tomorrow night, but right now, it doesn't seem like anyone is coming. Even if they are, I'm not prepared and will be up late tonight to remedy that.
I think I'm ready for spring to be here...