It’s so far past my bedtime it’s not even funny…

I’ve got about a million things running on this computer at one time and I’m so sleepy I’m afraid I’ll pass out before it’s all done. So, what do I do while my computer whirs away at my command? Write a blog entry documenting my delirium.

Today has been very busy. It was LilZ’s last day of school, which went well and he hung out all afternoon at a pool party in one of those very expensive neighborhoods where I felt very out of place. I said, “Do you want me to park and walk you in?” because it was through a gate and a clubhouse and I wasn’t sure if he’d know where to go. “No thanks,” he said after he spotted someone he knew. “Good, because I’m getting out of here before someone sees me.” Because, of course, the day I have to take him to a fancy party is the day I (a) sat my arm on a red sharpie leaving bright red marks all over my elbow and (b) spilled soda on my capris leaving a nice brown stain on my crotch.

I’m so awesome I amaze myself sometimes.


3 thoughts on “It’s so far past my bedtime it’s not even funny…”

  1. OK, it’s Friday here already!! Do you have to wait till Saturday for the results of the HGC tests again? Or even (omigodsayitsnottrue) until Monday?

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