Just overworked. Overwhelmed. Hopefully regaining some sense of sanity this weekend when I will be... drumroll please... home alone overnight. Seriously? I can't even tell you how much I am looking forward to that.
My house is a sty. Because? Working.
My ass is growing larger. Because? Eating crap food, no time to cook... because? Working.
Laundry? Stacked miles high.
The locks of love/hate drama is over. Thank God!
Ran nine miles on Sunday and lived to tell the tale. Also? Bought a heart rate monitor that I have been using when I run and, guess what? I am, like, THISCLOSE to exploding apparently.
Lots of partial blog posts swirling in my head, which I will hopefully be able to get out this weekend when I am, let's say it again, HOME ALONE.
Oh, and DWTS? Shawn? Puh-lease. This man? Robbed.