It's too darn hot!
Yesterday, there was no (none, nada, nil, zilch, zero - you get the picture) air flow at work. Imagine sitting there and answering the phone with sweat pouring off you. It was terrible. Yuck!
Life is still falling through the cracks. I have literally jammed 45 new hours of activity into my week - 45 hours that cannot be negotiated. While some commitments have gone away (singing with CGMC and chancel choir are on hiatus through the summer), others have slipped away unfortunately. I have spent just above the bare minimum on chorus-related activities and I have done a terrible job at keeping up with friends. Thank goodness that Emmaus is over as that consumed a good bit of time.
Tonight is that long-awaited episode of Project Runway where one of the designers is sent home for breaking the rules. My money is on Keith or Jeffrey. DRAMA! Gotta love it!
Anyhow, time to shower so I can go to the mind-numbing sweat box that steals my soul.
Life is still falling through the cracks. I have literally jammed 45 new hours of activity into my week - 45 hours that cannot be negotiated. While some commitments have gone away (singing with CGMC and chancel choir are on hiatus through the summer), others have slipped away unfortunately. I have spent just above the bare minimum on chorus-related activities and I have done a terrible job at keeping up with friends. Thank goodness that Emmaus is over as that consumed a good bit of time.
Tonight is that long-awaited episode of Project Runway where one of the designers is sent home for breaking the rules. My money is on Keith or Jeffrey. DRAMA! Gotta love it!
Anyhow, time to shower so I can go to the mind-numbing sweat box that steals my soul.