creaking bones
Mar. 29th, 2005 08:36 amOmg. Why are mornings so hard? Am I really that old? Or is it just because it's the night after an Amanda-class? I'm creaking along, shuffling from room to room. I just want to crawl back into bed, but I can't (cue violins of tragedy).
The small part of me that is perky is perky because I get to see JeffJeffJeff (!!!). But I am stupid and rescheduled my haircut for today's lunch. Which means I can't have lunch with Jeff today. Which is very very sad because he just got back and I want to hear all about his trip. I'm going to try to kidnap him for dinner tomorrow night. I would tonight, but I'm having catch-up dinner with Judy tonight, who will come over after our respective work and workouts.
But I'm so tired, getting dressed is a challenge.
Whine. Whine. Whine.
Fuckity. I really need to get dressed now. WAH.
The small part of me that is perky is perky because I get to see JeffJeffJeff (!!!). But I am stupid and rescheduled my haircut for today's lunch. Which means I can't have lunch with Jeff today. Which is very very sad because he just got back and I want to hear all about his trip. I'm going to try to kidnap him for dinner tomorrow night. I would tonight, but I'm having catch-up dinner with Judy tonight, who will come over after our respective work and workouts.
But I'm so tired, getting dressed is a challenge.
Whine. Whine. Whine.
Fuckity. I really need to get dressed now. WAH.
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