Today is shaping up to be one of those days where I find it virtually impossible to get my shot together… And I am supposed to be riding 330 miles over four days starting Thursday?? I’ll be lucky if I can even get myself to Norfolk.
musta been dreaming when I signed on for THIS one…
As my last post may have indicated, I am a bit on the tired side. Been a long (but good) week. Came home and crashed for a few hours and then the dog woke me up (love her, but coulda killed her when she decided she had to start barking at nothing in particular!)
Of course, I haven’t been able to really go back to sleep since then, and the other downer is that I am also incredibly cranky when I first wake up from a nap, especially if I have been *awakened* before I am ready to get up.
Still have not managed to get my act together enough to get myself anything to eat for dinner.
Long bike ride tomorrow, not really enthused about it - wanna sleep in!!
It creeps up when you’re not looking and consumes you.
Then suddenly, each step is labored. Fantasies of sleep fill your head. You vaguely wonder if you simply collapsed and curled up if someone would be kind enough to bring you a blanket and let you sleep.
But you keep going, because you have to.
Finally, your prayers are answered, and you get to stop.
You devour sleep as though it may be your last chance.
I still liked being unemployed the best…
Restless put up a good fight, but sleepy has won out.
There was a time when I could stay up until 2 in the morning and still bounce out of bed at 6 am. Those days are long gone, though.
I’m still not sure if I like getting older or not. I don’t feel my age. Though, I can’t say that I know how my age is supposed to feel. I definitely think I am supposed to have my act together a lot more than I actually do.
If I had a million dollars… I’d sleep in.
Actually, I won’t, because it’s getting late and I’m starting to feel the effects of the day.
But then again, I might.
I’m torn between restless and sleepy.
My sunshine is sitting right behind me at the moment.
He was stuck at work until around 10 tonight, and then went into the city to make sure that one of his coworkers got to the last train on time.
He’s a good guy.
OK, broke is probably a bit of an exaggeration, it’s probably more accurate to say that I am a tad, well, mis-managed at the moment.
I’m overdone on retirement accounts and underdone on plain old cash. I’ve got some debts to take care of, and they’re certainly not insurmountable, but they are annoying as hell to have sitting out there. I also can’t really decide between agressively going after them or just letting them ride for a while and stockpiling some cash.
Decisions, decisions.
Wow, ok, so it’s been too long since I checked in. Been an interesting year to say the least. 5 months off work, followed by 8 months of working for a certifiable lunatic. Fortunately for me, I was able skip out and on to greener pastures. (And by some freakin’ miracle, making even more money than I had been before. (Which still doesn’t explain the fact that I am broke, but perhaps that is another posting…)
Until other random thoughts come into my head…
No fate but the fate you make for yourself.
