Countdown to Birdie’s Beach Birthday!
I wish someone would manufacture sleep in a capsule. “Take one capsule a day, madame.” And voila! No need to sleep at all! And we would have all the time in the world – time to work, time to relax, and time to party. Hmm…now I really wonder what it would be like to really
I would rather forget this day. But then, in writing about it on this blog, I am never going to forget it, am I? Strange the things we humans do. Strange the things that humans don’t do. It was a day of realizations for me: The new shampoo that Genius gave me doesn’t suit my
Mondays. I am confused. Is it the first day of the week or the second? Either ways, it isn’t the best day of the week for sure. Especially not today for me. I had the most awful night. It sounds poetic when I write this but believe me wading through bucketfuls of sleep and not
The weekend has reached the end of the road. How did it ever go by? These 48 hours that we so pitifully set aside as “our time.” And what hours it has been too! After a relatively sedate Friday morning, the evening exploded in a bang. Old memories of phone calls surfaced again. Unease in
Friday dawned in a haze faster than it could seem possible. Four hours of classes swirled by in a whirl. And at 12, freedom struck. Could it really be possible? Again, it has been one of those weeks that flew by so quickly that I am left wondering if a workweek is now comprised of
Thursday’s are always carry that strange feeling with them. They are the “neither here-nor-there” kinda days. You know you gotta work but then your mind is already half on Friday, and you know that the weekend is coming…and that 48 hours of unadulterated bliss is going to follow and well…Thursdays just seem too packed in