Yeah, nothing funny you could sell tickets for to that. That's the story of my life lately though. I had insomnia last night and did not go to sleep till nearly five a.m., or about the time my little Ruth is getting up. So I slept like I was on drugs till 11, missed meeting totally, decided to get caught up in my office.
Well, I did. Adminstratively, a lot of big projects. Student project, you name it. I came home feeling pretty good about how much I accomplished but I realized I still have stuff to ready for Jennifer and mail and stuff to email back to Thea. So now I feel like a double slug loser.
Seriously, a slimy big slug oozing around trying to get my life together. I got a lot of people trying to squish me flat or pour salt all over me at school. Worldly people are mean.
How about:
The United Brotherhood Perfection Tour? Let's get tickets for that. In the meantime, I am so tired I feel like I am swimming in the caramel swim lane of a new Milky Way candy bar commercial. Goodnight, Sisters.
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