Why is it that every time I have the time to blog, I can never seem to come up with the words to say; why is it that every time I have other things to do, I can recite blog after blog in perfect rhythm. God's sense of humor? I think that goes a little beyond deliciously sarcastic.



I am tired and I have a lot of things to do today: run to Newton to get my planner from Angie (finally!!), find my debit card, cash my check, run to Wal-mart for more packing tape, stop at the post office to overnight a check I should have sent last week, etc., etc., etc. I am more tired just thinking about it! Then, another twelve hour long shit, I mean, shift tonight. Do I sound thrilled? I am. Now that is not quite deliciously sarcastic. Depressingly sarcastic. Yeah - that's it.


I am finally posting this. Almost two weeks later.