No Rest for The Wicked, Yet.
October 26, 2009
I need sleep. That being said, I should probably try to actually get more sleep as opposed to just talking about it.
Talking about it does nothing for me. Somewhere amongst the millions of apps I’ve managed to sucker myself into playing on Facebook, the countless mind-numbing TV shows I’ve managed to become addicted to, not to mention the fact that I just don’t seem to be happy unless my plate is completely full of activities, classes, and appointments, I have somehow lost any sense of reason to just stop for the day and go to bed. After over a year without having a free week or weekend at all, I have become somewhat addicted to the chaos. Must change that and change it soon before I wind up falling asleep at the wheel and taking out another line of construction barrels (oh yes, it’s happened before).
So, given the time of year it is, guess what? It’s about that time. Things are finally beginning to slow down and I’m not pimping myself out for another shot of that over-achieving whore adrenaline that I’m so accustomed to for at least another year. No appointments set for the future. No out of the ordinary meetings to attend. The final sessions of my Conjure class of the year are fun sessions for a reason too. I’m ready for a break, a serious break where I can just do what I want when I want, and I don’t have to worry about responsibilities other than MY OWN. And the mindless online activities I currently persue are going to have to go by the wayside. Yipee. Can I get an Amen?
So, if you know me outside of this virtual world and you see me setting up some sort of event, appointment, meeting, or anything else otherwise that directly interferes with my year of catching my breath, please do me a favor and smack the youknowwhat out of me. You have my permission, and I don’t know the next time, if ever, that I’ll offer a free shot at my mug.
In appreciation and love,
Stephanie