My body hates me.

Dear body,

DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT I AM WORKING FULL TIME AND TAKING FOUR CLASSES? I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR SLEEP! PLEASE at once, stop demanding eight hours from me. Cause I just can’t do it, not now, not until December. Do you hear me?

Thank you.

P.S. Oh and Mr. Weatherman? Perhaps if you didn’t make it so darn dark and chilly and wet gloomy in the morning, I might be able to work out a compromise with my body. I can’t tell you the last time I woke up and walked to work…sigh…

P.P.S. I miss my news fetish. I didn’t know that Rosa Parks died until this morning. I am 24 hour news woman, and I can’t tell you the last time I read all of my newspapers on the same day. Or the last time I went to the bookstore to hit the magazine racks. Alas…I mean, um, (so embarassed to admit) Bush named a successor to Greenspan? Where am I?

DEAR GOD! I JUST REALIZED!!! IS THIS BECAUSE I AM IN MY 30’s!!! MAYBE THIS IS THE REASON. Oh man. Oh man.


Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?