Everyone and their mother lately has been all "well, I keep thinking about one year ago at exactly this time I was doing ____ ____ ____ _____ blank blankety blank." Present company included. What's up with that? Is it just the seasons changing? The time change? The fact that the sun is setting at freaking 2 o'clock in the afternoon? I live in Chicago, not Alaska.
I'm so about to pass out and it's not just the hot fudge double sundae in a boat I ate with
drinkasyoupour earlier to help wash down our sushi. I'm wiped. And I love my kids. Love love love love them in all their crazymaking ways. It kind of surprises me really. I mean, I knew I didn't hate teenagers or anything. It's just still a little unexpected. Of course, it's Tuesday night, and I always love them on Tuesday night. Tomorrow night I love them but don't want to see them again for days, which is unfortunate since I teach on Thursdays too. Then the cycle starts again next week.
I just bought a plane ticket that was quasi-impulsive, yet a year or more in the making. Sometimes I surprise myself.
I had something else to write, but I'm starting to fall asleep while typing.
I'm so about to pass out and it's not just the hot fudge double sundae in a boat I ate with
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I just bought a plane ticket that was quasi-impulsive, yet a year or more in the making. Sometimes I surprise myself.
I had something else to write, but I'm starting to fall asleep while typing.