I'm tired
Yeah, me and Lili von Shtupp.
The chorus performed in Santa Clara last night, which meant a three-hour round trip in the back seat of someone else's car, a four-song set in sweltering 100-degree heat, and hours of standing around before and after our performance. When I got home at midnight, I still had a bulletin article to write, and not enough winks of shuteye before diving into my usual hectic Sunday. Then I couldn't get a rest break in the afternoon, thanks to a church picnic. Sigh.
So tonight I'm beat. My feet are pounding out the standing-in-dress-shoes blues, my back is its cantankerous Sunday night self, and my head feels like gerbils are nesting behind my eyeballs. I have a stack of reviews to edit for DVD Verdict, but there's no way I'm coherent enough to touch them right now. On top of everything else, KM starts her sophomore year tomorrow, so summer sleep-in mornings are officially over. I'm back to the painfully early risings that come with the school term. The joys of being a work-at-home dad.
Not that you care about any of this, but I thought I'd share. Now I'm going to bed. Incidentally, this is my 100th post. I'd serve cupcakes or something, but you know what? I'm tired.
The chorus performed in Santa Clara last night, which meant a three-hour round trip in the back seat of someone else's car, a four-song set in sweltering 100-degree heat, and hours of standing around before and after our performance. When I got home at midnight, I still had a bulletin article to write, and not enough winks of shuteye before diving into my usual hectic Sunday. Then I couldn't get a rest break in the afternoon, thanks to a church picnic. Sigh.
So tonight I'm beat. My feet are pounding out the standing-in-dress-shoes blues, my back is its cantankerous Sunday night self, and my head feels like gerbils are nesting behind my eyeballs. I have a stack of reviews to edit for DVD Verdict, but there's no way I'm coherent enough to touch them right now. On top of everything else, KM starts her sophomore year tomorrow, so summer sleep-in mornings are officially over. I'm back to the painfully early risings that come with the school term. The joys of being a work-at-home dad.
Not that you care about any of this, but I thought I'd share. Now I'm going to bed. Incidentally, this is my 100th post. I'd serve cupcakes or something, but you know what? I'm tired.
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 10:43 PM
1 insisted on sticking two cents in:
Congrats on the 100th post. Now go back to bed.
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