Friday I was sick sick sick. I stayed home from work and forgot to update.

Saturday I was sitting here, creating content to upload with my awesome stylus and tablet. I was going to literally WRITE an entry. But something happened. I became paranoid, had a bit of an anxiety attack, wrote down the lovely content you can see on my Tumblr page, and went to bed at 8 pm. So far this weekend I have slept for almost 34 hours. I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t STILL TIRED. AAAGH. ZZZzzz.

Seriously.

So, obvious NaBloPoMo fail, but the effort continues regardless.

School is going well, I think. A portion of my grade is based on discussion board posting. Nobody has posted on the discussion board yet, and I don’t really want to be the first. I definitely don’t want to leave it to the point where there is nothing left to discuss. The topic is one of those “do you agree …” type questions. In the opinion of the text book that goes along with the class, the answer to the question is YES. The reason I know this is because it’s the only method/theory covered in the entire first chapter - which is where we’re supposed to draw our conclusions from. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is: what kind of discussion is this really going to be?

I’m boring. The end.

Instead of reading the above, enjoy the sunset below:

and this totally counts as an entry.

OK. That’s a lie. I can totally sleep. Anywhere. Anytime. I’m actually half asleep right now. Have been all day.

What’s causing me to be unable to think is the vaccuuming racket that’s coming from upstairs. People can be so inconsiderate. Cleaning THEIR carpets. What about MY carpets? That’s what I’m talking about.

I’m home alone this evening. Boy-bot went to a monastery for the evening. He’s planning a 3 week vacation at a monastery in California. Me? I’m not going. I think I might even be looking forward to a few weeks alone. I know I’m enjoying the evening, and I know that even though I thought I was only going back to school part time, since my job seems to be double-plus-full-time going on double-super-plus-full-time … I could use the time off from having to predictably cook dinner, do laundry and (HEAVEN FORBID I FIND THE TIME) vaccuum. 

OR I will work myself out of an immune system, end up sick the entire 3 weeks, and be fake-pissed-off at boy-bot for not being here to look after me.

Either way I win in the end?

I am so tired.