Meg Dowell Writes

I never used to understand when my dad told me not to bother him during Super Bowl commercials. “You can bug me all you want during the game,” he’d say, “But not during commercial.” I would always walk away going, “What? This goes against all I’ve been taught!” And then, one year, I decided to sit down with the fam to see what all the fuss over these commercials was all about.

And now I understand. Even though I still hate football, and most sports in general.

I didn’t get much done yesterday like I would have liked to. I cleaned my room and did a little journaling, but that was it. That leaves studying and such for today, which is going to be interesting, considering the fact that I really feel like being lazy today. Go figure.

I woke up at ten today. Seriously? Why does my body insist on messing with me? I stay up until one in the morning and wake up at seven-thirty; when I go to bed at ten, that’s when I wake up the next morning. Really? There’s something wrong here.

Love&hugs, Meg♥