Do you know what I did today? I mean, really, do you know? Because I don’t. What day is it?
This long weekend really threw me. I was happy to have it, don’t get me wrong. It’s really nice to have a day off, even working half time. Figuring out how to fit four hours of work into every day is more stressful than I imagined it would be. I’m not losing any sleep over it or anything, except that’s not true. I AM losing sleep over it because I get up extra early to get a couple of hours done before John has to get to work.
I don’t think that’s what I meant to write about because what I DID mean to write about is that I don’t have anything to write about. Which is a really boring thing to write about because if I really don’t have anything to write about, I shouldn’t write at all. EXCEPT that I’ve been on a roll these last couple of months, only missing two or three days, and I’m feeling the pressure.
Also, I TOTALLY had something else to write about, but I forgot what it was sometime in the last paragraph.
I am going to bed before this gets any worse.