Livin' for the Weekend

As I come to the end of another weekend, dreading the upcoming work week, I find myself, more often than not, wishing it were the weekend or that the weekend would last just one day longer. Five days out of seven I wish my life away; I realize this. And, time hearing my command does seem to speed by. But in the same fashion, so does my weekend. It seems one can't be without the other. A seemingly short week wraps up with an even shorter weekend. All this wishing makes me wonder. Am I going to wake-up one day Rumpelstiltskin-style, forty-five years old wondering where all my days, weeks, and weekends went? I certainly hope not. But, I just can't help myself wishing for the weekend. I need those two short days of sanity, two quick moments of rest, two days that make the week bearable.

Hooray for almost Friday

On my way to bed, or at least I should be. Driving forty minutes to work every morning has turned me into a bit of a grandma.

I don't feel like being too coherent. Maybe it's because my eye hurts. Maybe it's not.

• I miss my laptop. Not having an 'h' or a 'j' key is really cramping my style.
• It amazes me how Wahle will eat almost anything he finds on the floor. I wonder what he thinks. Does it taste as good as he wanted? He can't be hungry; he just ate.
  
• I hate when nail polish takes longer than .5 seconds to dry. Impatience I has it.
• Seven weeks of school down. How many more left? I might have an aneurysm this year.
• I'm using my mouse left-handed. Southpaw power. Living in a right-handed world one day at the time.
  
• I wish I had Eggo waffles to toast for breakfast. I never have time for Special K.
  
• I wish I could teleport.

I think my nails might be dry. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. Sister Hazel on Saturday at the Revel.

"It's hard to say what it is I see in you. Wonder if I'll always be with you. Words can't say, and I can't do enough to prove it's all for you."

Goodnight blogo-sphere. It's good to be back. :)