...I'm tired. I mean it. The all-out, fall-on-your-face, drag-your-butt-outta-bed kind of TIRED. GACK! Anyway, haven't updated since the 8th. And that means well, it's just because I'd rather SLEEP when I get home than write. And that includes my actual WRITING for my book. *kick kick kick* I hate that. And I also find I'm reallllly sick of the story I'm writing.

And I notice I'm using a lot of AND's to begin my sentences.

And another thing....

No wait. It was nothing.

I played with shaving cream and food coloring today -- don't ask -- and now my hands are blue and yellow. Wee!

Made a lotta virtual dough on HSX today -- gotta love that. Wish it were REAL moolah. I miss money. I want money. C'mon! Big Money -- NO WHAMMIES! I wish... But then again, that's why I'm working so darn much this month. Right? Yeah, I gotta keep tellin' myself that... indulge me, willya?

Well that's it. I have to call an electrician soon. A big old spark flew out of my breaker box when I turned on the dryer yesterday. Talk about freaking me out! Why can't things just stay together when I don't have money? It's like Murphy and his stupid law live in my house. ARGH! Everything goes KABLOOIE when I have no MA-MOOLIE!

Obviously, I'm tired. And.....
....I'm out!