I got 11 hours of sleep last night! FTW!

Starting maybe last Thursday, I began feeling kinda worn out and slightly achey (more worn out than usual, even). I cancelled plans to go out on Friday, and dragged myself to an event I could not miss on Saturday. Sunday I rallied, somewhat, and did a bunch of housework, including decorating for Halloween (yay! orange candles!).

But today I am beyond blah, so tired and energy-less I could sub for a sloth. And tonight I am going out, there’s a friend in town who I want to see, and tonight’s the only night I can see her. Blah.

So that’s all. More later, when I get more zip.

Oh, it’s my old friend Insomnia come to visit again. Yay. If only my friends Write More and Weigh Less were also around.

So this week is the first official week of Summer Vacation for the boy. And yesterday, my freelance job told me I had to turn all my stuff in by Wednesday, shortening my work week by two days. And I had a big home project to do on top of it all, plus I am trying not to become a cow during the summer, so working out was essential.

I drank way too much coffee, did a whole bunch of work, and couldn’t sleep that well last night. Usually I can even go to sleep after drinking a pot of coffee (yeah, that’s right, that’s how sleep-deprived I am), but last night was not so good.

So today I have another full slate of work to do, not too much sleep to fuel myself with and coffee is helping, but not enough.

Gah. So if I am silent over the next few days, that’s why. Head down, nose to grindstone. Will emerge later.

Geez, Louise, am I exhausted! The Framptons have led a merry life lately, and I am just so darn tired. I’m not made for this extreme socializing stuff. So I am posting, basically, to say I am tired.

Yeah, it’s come to this.

Sorry.

Tune in later for my cat lovers’ rant, courtesy of the Picky Vegetarian.

So it’s been slog-time here at Casa Frampton, which makes even me bored, and it’s my life.

No writing or editing lately, just work, and futzing on the computer, and such. Boo! But I am just hanging on until the weather doesn’t want to make me cry, and that time is coming. Meanwhile, I was pondering what phrases I use most often:

10. Geez, he’s hot.
9. Just sayin’.
8. Now that’s exactly what I wanted to happen.
7. Shoot.
6. No, I can’t that night.
5. Lemme just check.
4. [son 's name redacted]!
3. Yeah, I meant to do that.
2. God, I’m tired.
1. Coffee?

I am so tired today. I have no idea why; I think I got enough sleep over the weekend, didn’t do anything ridiculous (read: drink too much, stay up too late), didn’t get in Big Fights With Spouse or anything.

I am trying to edit/completely re-write, and my characters are being just as dull as me.

So, yeah. Tired. Yawning and everything. Feh.

Went away for the weekend for a wedding, where much fun was had.
Now quite tired.
More chattiness later this week.

I just spent a minute, a record for me in blogging time, staring at my desk wondering what to write here today. Which kinda describes how I am feeling: Blank, dull, dim-witted and–some fourth word that escapes me now.

But since I don’t want to foul mood of yesterday’s post to hang around here like a bad penny I wanted to say something.

“Something.”

Ha!

I hope to return to my normal opinionated self tomorrow.

Meanwhile, have a great Wednesday.

The Spouse is in Frantic City (thanks, Fred Flintstone!), the Son has a sleepover, and I am wiped out from the week of whatever.