Eleven hours of sleep and I feel the same way I did when I went to bed. Go figure.
As they say, it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Or tired…really tired. I couldn’t even get myself to read one of the many books I have left to conquer before August 19th, when school starts up again. Whenever I tried, that thing happened where I’d lay my head back on my pillow and my eyes would close and I would start to dream about dancing birthday cake. I just couldn’t risk napping—napping during the day throws off your whole sleeping schedule, you know. Don’t do it, even if you’ve only slept for three of the past 36 hours. Just don’t.
It doesn’t look like I’ll be doing much tanning this afternoon. It rained and thunderstormed last night, and now the sky is all grey and cloudy and kind of dark. I would say that it meant I had an entire day to work on my book, and such things as those, but I’m not sure if that’s going to happen. We’ll see.
I don’t know why I’m so discouraged lately when I’ve thought about my novel. I still plan to finish it, and I’m really excited for the day when I get to type the news out to you in big letters LIKE THIS. But I’m just so tired and worn-out and needing a vacation that I haven’t been able to get myself to sit down and write. I hope I can write four-thousand words in the next three days, and the satisfaction would be endless, but I’m just not sure. Maybe if there simply isn’t anything else to do.
Unfortunately, I missed the new episode of Secret Life because of the Operation Monday night. At first, I’ll admit I was kind of completely bummed that I would miss it, since I’d never missed an episode before. Then I figured out that I could still watch it here, and I wasn’t bummed anymore. I really am hooked to the storyline. Not as much as Gilmore Girls, but that’s been over for two years now. It’s all about the new.
Yesterday, in my state of extreme exhaustion, I played board games with my ten-year-old brother. I’m not going to lie: it was pretty awesome. Until he beat me in Sorry, I mean. (That’s an awesome game.) Then he beat me in Monopoly, which just wasn’t fair. He spent all of his money on a hotel to put on Boardwalk and I landed on it. I didn’t have $2,000, so I lost. Go figure. (You would think I would’ve learned something from sitting in an Economics class for the past six weeks. Nada.)
Have a great….Wednesday? Is it Wednesday already? Well, have a great Wednesday, and remember: honesty is almost always the best policy. Exceptions are left up to your own imagination.
Love&hugs, Meg♥
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