The clock says 10:18.  We just did the daylight savings switch so it should feel like 9:18, and yet all I can think about is going to bed.  Me, the chick who is usually up to midnight.  Ish.  Yes, I have been slammed the last few days… Chance was having some "emotional moments" (repetitively and loudly), and then we had a family party on Saturday, soon to be followed by Chance’s kid birthday party tomorrow so yeah, a lot going on but still…

I shouldn’t be so damn tired at 9:00 in the pm.  This offends me to the core of my night owl soul. 

MOST of the time I don’t feel my age.  Really.  I feel pretty hip and young and cool (in a nerdy way) and usually energetic.  But there are those certain nights, man…

…well, let’s just say I’m missing the copious amounts of caffeine and sudafed I used to consume on my less than perky days.  (And no, I’m not pregnant. I’m just trying to cut down.)

BTW – Once again I’m watching The Millionaire Matchmaker; the latest episode.  Am I the only the one who thinks a guy proposing on the first date is just freaky and idiotic?  And the chick said she’d "consider it"?!  And then Patty (sp? Patti? whatever) got all teary-eyed like it was a miracle and not a sign of the high divorce rate or anything

AND, I’m not saying this has anything to do with it, but I must say that guy had THE most muppet-esque eyebrows I’ve seen in my life.  They could have been drawn on with markers. 

           – the weirdgirl