Too much to do, not enough time

I don’t have any recommendations. No review. No wisdom to impart upon my kingdom. I’m just tired. I sat here for a few hours, literally, and tried to come up with something clever to write about here. Nothing. I looked around at a few ideas I had, but I just didn’t feel really excited about anything. The fact is, I’m just not feeling it tonight. I’m really tired. It’s been a very long week. That’s not a bad thing. Just tiring. TGIF.

Today I got up and did some shopping with my oldest daughter (she’s 13). Shopping with a teen for a bathing suit is a true test of patience. She is leaving for a month in a couple of weeks, so we needed to get her ready for her trip. Somehow the day slipped away without me getting much done. At least it feels that way. My dinner plans were canceled unexpectedly. That was a bummer. I love Friday night dinner out in the city.

Last night I was at Nikki’s doing a little shoot with the new toys and books. It was ridiculously fun. Tiring, because I didn’t get home until very late, but worth it! I love hanging out there. Did I mention they have Kool-Aid? And usually something homemade. If you ask really nice, Nikki will whip up one of her famous fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with maple syrup on top. It sounds gross, but try it. I feel like family at Nikki, Josh, and Mia’s. I know where the garbage can is and I walk around in my underwear (or less) when I’m there.

All week long I’ve been trying to get to a book project I’m working on with Melvin. I haven’t managed to get anywhere on that. We’ve talked a couple of times this week - don’t get me wrong, I haven’t ignored it, I just haven’t gotten as far as I’d like to be at this time. I’ve also failed to get back to several people on email. I need a whole day to address email and Myspace!

Will this rant never end?

My CV still sits unedited in my hard drive. I have to find a new job before September 1. I should make this a bigger priority.

Argh! This list goes on and on in my mind, but I will stop here on this post. If I let much more of my crazy out of the can, things could get weird. It’s 1:17 a.m. I have to go find my Marky and get some love.

…breathe…