Have you seen this YouTube video? If not watch it. It reflects how I feel today.
To say that I am tired is an understatement. I have been on-the-go since Wednesday. My weekend began Saturday at 4:30-ish and consisted of *Sunday* in which I ran errands in the City.
Today, on this cloudy Monday, I feel like a zombie. I’m not sure if anything I’m saying (out loud/ to other people/ or to you) makes sense. Also, I’m pretty sure there isn’t enough concealer in Oklahoma to cover the bags under my eyes. The last time I felt this way was after completing an all-nighter at Relay for Life in college. Which is a little confusing considering that I have not been sleep deprived, I’ve just been busy.
Sadly, I’ve been a little MIA at my usual hangouts (Blogger dashboard, Twitter feed, Facebook, Yahoo). So I have no idea what’s been going on in your life or the rest of the world for that matter. I’ve tried posting tid bits in my spare time, read: Saturday night.
Like this photo of my evening drive in my Mom’s convertible.
Also, I might have tweeted something about the moon, it was beautiful. Apparently, it was a “supermoon?”
Other than that I’ve been in the dark.
Of course, I listened to murder by the book on my drive home Sunday. As I listened to my favorite crime show, I realized that maybe life before television wasn’t so terrible. That maybe, gathering around a radio and listening to someone tell a story is something that I would have enjoyed.
What I would give to travel back in time. To see the fashion. To eat the preservative free food. To pay a dime (or was it a nickle?) for a coke. To a time where family dinners occurred every day.
I think I could fit in there.
But today, its back to reality. My reality. Which includes work, this blog, my friends, book club, grocery shopping, cooking, weight watchers, exercising, dating (read: going somewhere where I might meet someone so I can go on a date), baby showers, weddings, getting dressed (yes, I consider that a task) and of course my beloved DVR. The life of a modern woman living in rural Oklahoma.