9:29 PM

I am beat. I've been this new age for 6 days. Wow. When I was in my 20's, I thought being this age was--well---ya know..death. The thing is- even though my bones kinda creek, I feel like I am in my 20's--just smarter. 9:30 PM I am BEAT. Tired I tell you. School. Had to finish paper about human nutrition. I thought I graduated next March, well, I'm downtrodden because it won't be until May. Oh well. I still don't like the fact my cat's blog is more popular than mine! Maybe I need to let my whiskers grow? Ya know, knowing men at this age is different too. I may need to blog about that. When I was in my 20's, I thought the men who were this new age of mine..were...well, you know...dead. And now that I am this age, I think men my age are...well, ya know....uh... Yep. I need to blog about this. In the meantime, gotta pop some meds, pet the cats and head to bed... And it's 9:35 PM. I AM BEAT!

Tired on a Tuesday

Exactly.

I'm not even going to go into some long winded about what I could talk about, because--

Well, I'm tired.

Fatigued.

The job I have is not quite brain surgery, yet

It drains so. Just don't feel there's enough time.

Anyway.

I'm off to watch a Michelle Phfiffer(sp?) movie on HBO

Where she's involved with a younger man....

Hmm.

Gosh, like I've not lived THAT story!

I'm so tired, I don't even feel like talking about it--

So, I'm gonna get:

And curl with cat in front of the TV....

Tired on a Tuesday deserves it.

Think A Bit

I tell ya, I am FRIED tonight! Today was Day 4 of our 3 week training. All whipped we were at day's end. Why? Tis our first time in the foray of the systems we will soon be using.

OH MY! Yes, it gave itself root for ice cream tonight. It was fun, and we all were helping each other--but it also showed us we got a ways to go. Our trainers are both quite good--although one needs to loosen up a bit. Wears his thoughts all over his face. I thought it was just me that thought that.

Nope. He's a nice guy, but the other trainer is more at ease and fun and makes the boring-est stuff fun.

Anyhoo--to be past all that, got my paper done and turned in for my college course, got trash by the curb, doing American Idol and will dig into my Blue Bell Strawberry and Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream.

Life is good.

One of the girl's last night sang "Think" on American Idol. Her last note was the best. She did her best, yet the Queen Aretha does "Think" a bit more better...

Tired

It's Thursday. Almost Friday.

I did go knock on a neighbor's door to inquire about Mister Bob. Even tho one of their cars was parked in the drive way--nobody answered. Mister Bob's house remains dark this night. I'll try again tomorrow. I pray he's OK. Even tho Mister Bob and I didn't speak everyday, our street seems a little less quiet at the moment.

May snow tomorrow. Don't care. It will be Friday. Just about everything looks good on a Friday. Even the fact I dropped a contact tonight on such a cluttered countertop and couldn't find it. Of course, my order of replacements has arrived yet--so work tomorrow with glasses I bought in the last century--I think. It will still be Friday.

I'm tired.

My feline laden bed awaits my weary bones.

That's it for now.

Stay tuned.

Late and Barry Manilow

Rain falls
Should be in bed
Headed there
I am so tired
Thoughts of my own
Business still dance
In my head
Will it happen?
Do I show enough effort?
Sigh as I think of the empty
Side of my bed.
Sigh as I think of him--
Does he think of me as much?
Maybe Somewhere Down The Road
By Barry Manilow
The words say it all
Good night