Okay, well I wasn’t going to blog tonight, but Dan yelled at me. Maybe
I made a mistake asking him to hold me accountable. Blah. Too late to take it back now. I planned to get back from Columbus by 2:00, grade for a few hours, and then have a relaxing evening. Instead, we stayed in C-bus later than planned, and I came home and took a three hour nap. I slept longer than Logan, who grabbed a cat nap in the car and
was ready to go.
I’m officially lamer and weaker than my three-year-old.
Sometimes I absolutely love naps. I wake up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle whatever needs trouncing. Today was not that kind of nap. I woke up feeling hung-over, but I need to invent a new word for this because it doesn’t involve alcohol. Is there a word for that? When you wake up from sleep more tired than before. If anyone can
come up with one, please let me know.
I drank water, took Tylenol, and forced myself to get off the couch.
(Interesting, minus the vomiting, it appears the treatment is the same.) * It has left me, however, unable to write more than a rambling on naps tonight. I apologize to those who are waiting on the edge of their seats, cliché, to find out how the weekend went. (I’ve decided it is okay to use clichés as long as you call attention to it.)
I will write more tomorrow. I will write tomorrow. I will write
tomorrow. If you write it three times, you have to do it. It feels like a rule
that exists. You know, Crisscross Applesauce and all that. (Today I learned that crisscross is one word. Should I have known this already? Possibly, but I guess it hasn't come up except in the "makes you want to jump jump capacity. If I was more awake, I'd now write about a memorable 8th grade dance to which I wore coral lipstick and a necklace with an eyeball on it. *See above.)
I made a mistake asking him to hold me accountable. Blah. Too late to take it back now. I planned to get back from Columbus by 2:00, grade for a few hours, and then have a relaxing evening. Instead, we stayed in C-bus later than planned, and I came home and took a three hour nap. I slept longer than Logan, who grabbed a cat nap in the car and
was ready to go.
I’m officially lamer and weaker than my three-year-old.
Sometimes I absolutely love naps. I wake up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle whatever needs trouncing. Today was not that kind of nap. I woke up feeling hung-over, but I need to invent a new word for this because it doesn’t involve alcohol. Is there a word for that? When you wake up from sleep more tired than before. If anyone can
come up with one, please let me know.
I drank water, took Tylenol, and forced myself to get off the couch.
(Interesting, minus the vomiting, it appears the treatment is the same.) * It has left me, however, unable to write more than a rambling on naps tonight. I apologize to those who are waiting on the edge of their seats, cliché, to find out how the weekend went. (I’ve decided it is okay to use clichés as long as you call attention to it.)
I will write more tomorrow. I will write tomorrow. I will write
tomorrow. If you write it three times, you have to do it. It feels like a rule
that exists. You know, Crisscross Applesauce and all that. (Today I learned that crisscross is one word. Should I have known this already? Possibly, but I guess it hasn't come up except in the "makes you want to jump jump capacity. If I was more awake, I'd now write about a memorable 8th grade dance to which I wore coral lipstick and a necklace with an eyeball on it. *See above.)