Can't.Write.Title...No.Creative.Energy.

M has a gig tonight. He called me on his way out the door & I told him that he could call back later because I would probably be up for a little while. Then I looked at the clock and...dear-god-it's-only-seven-fifteen-how-early-is-not-pathetic-early-to-go-to-bed-when-you're-twenty-five?

I feel like it's been three weeks since Monday. I can't really pinpoint when this week took a sharp turn towards crazy, but that's where I ended up. Every time someone has asked me lately how I've been, my answer is always: busy. (Note: I am not complaining. The girl who did not have a job for 10 months post-grad school is NOT complaining about having a job!) I'm so busy I can't remember what I did on Monday. I'm so busy during the day, I want to come home and watch mindless television (thank you, Bachelor) and eat (at 5:30 like a grandma) and go to bed.

Sounds interesting doesn't it? I'm so busy I can't think of something to write. Even my adjectives are lifeless.

Being busy had left me so tired that I'd rather not wax poetic. It nearly took an act of nature just to get me typing. How lazy is that? The mommyblogs make me feel like the laziest person ever. Two new posts a day and three sick kids, plus they work 78 hours at two full time jobs. What-ev-er. I'm busy too. I just don't have a baby. Or a husband. Or an animal. Or even a yard for goodness sake. How the hell would I be able to take care of all that? I understand more and more how people end up living in this:

(picture credit: www.anxietyandstress.com)

Because--COME ON--no one comes up to my apartment. It's JUST ME LIVING IN IT.

Ok. Not really. I'm no neat-nik, but I don't live in filth (most of the time...hmm maybe I should start the dishwasher).

In my delirium I've come to a couple of conclusions:

1. I don't feel bad for Conan O'Brian. He's walking with 45 mil. Cry. Me. A. River. If someone gave me 45 million dollars to NOT WORK, I would never work again.

2. Girls play stupid games. Like telling a man you don't want to see him & then getting pissed when he doesn't beg you to stay with him. OR telling a man he can't kiss you and then basically laying yourself out on a platter, uh uh uh NO kissing! Dear women of The Bachelor: I can't stop watching you, but I would appreciate it if you could shake off some of the sheer vapid-ness. Look, I know it's hard for most(/all) of you, but you're giving half of the rest of us a bad name, and the other half some bad ideas. So, I'm gonna throw it out there: Stop acting like morons. Or don't. Because then I'll have a busy day of work and nothing mindless to come home to. I take it all back.

Ok, that's all. In other news: College basketball makes my winter-world go round. GO HOOS (8 straight) and GO VOLS (who needs scholarship players?).

Heh, ridiculous ramblings tonight. I'm going to bed. I'll probably sleep until spring.

Counting the Minutes

I walked out of work today and almost drove 2.5 hours (only to have to drive it BACK the next morning) for a hug. Yep. One hug.

Because sometimes you just need one to set the world back on it's axis.

Even though I'm fine on my own. Seriously.

Even though I know it'll all be fine, because I'll work it out.

My awesome college roommate got married young. Verrrry young by some counts, particularly the other kids at our prestigious college. All of us girls were supposed to go out and be independent and take on the world (or at least the Fortune 500 companies) and never want to get married. We joked about "those others schools" with girls just out to get their "MRS." degree. I'll admit. I love her to death, and I knew she got it from enough places other than me, so I kept my mouth shut about how confused I was about her wanting to get married.

Then one day she came home and said, "Everyone keeps asking me, 'don't you want to go to Europe? Don't you want to do this-and-that?' YES I want to do all that, but I want to do it with him."

I didn't get it then, not totally. I'm definitely the kind of person who learns from experience (read: from my mistakes, and not always the first time). Hey, KT, I get it.

I can't wait to get on the road. Even though I don't love to drive.

Is it Friday yet?

It's TOO Cold

It was 15 degrees when I left for work this morning. Listen, Mother Nature, none of us here in the mid-south are equipped to deal with below freezing temperatures for a week. Here are some things that it's too cold to do & the times that I did them--because I think it's too far past the holidays to write a drawn out description:

Wait for a table for an hour while sitting next to the front door that keeps opening for new people who HAVE reservations & get seated right away. (Christmas Eve)

Stay in a hotel that doesn't have heat in the bathroom. (Christmas Day)

Hang out in a big empty house that has the heat turned way down and no comfortable chairs. (Weekend between Christmas and New Years)

Drive with the windows down. (New Years Eve to keep me awake on the drive to see M)

Be out after dark. (Pretty much every day over the last two weeks)

Drink a whole banana milkshake. (Saturday Night)

Take the Christmas decorations down. (Heh, Success! Lights & tree still ablaze as of January 5th)

Do anything but be curled up under a warm blanket with warms socks and a warm sweater. (Monday & Tuesday & every other weekday until it warms up above 32 for more than 24 hours in a row)

Good news? It's supposed to snow Friday, and the word on the street is this town shuts down for 2 inches of snow.

P.S. My new HP and this game are my excuse for not doing anything productive around my house since the day after Christmas.