It's 9:25pm and I am still awake. Barely. But this is so far past my bedtime that I am starting to feel nauseated from exhaustion.
I recently colored my hair very dark and trimmed off an inch and a half. Been toying with the idea of going back short for awhile now. Think I am going to pull the trigger. Picture a razor cut a-line. Maybe.
So puppy hungry I could cry. I can't seem to find the right little guy, but getting famished for puppy love.
I have bought a couple of Christmas presents. I am almost done.
Christmas is very low key this year.
Why does this time of year bring such happiness and such sadness all at the same time? Is it just because emotions are much more fragile and on hyperdrive?
I think so.
Working in St George is taking it's toll on me. They are such long days. Add in the travel hours, and how far behind I get on my regular work and I end up so stressed I can hardly stand it. I seriously started working at 7:30 this morning and just stopped about an hour ago. I'm tired. Tomorrow bodes no better.
I think my toe is broken. It has bothered me since the marathon and I finally pinpointed the problem. It doesn't hurt to run though, so I really don't care.
Speaking of running, I got 5.5 miles in today on the freaking dreadmill.
I hate the dreadmill
I am signed up for the Grand Slam next year. 4 marthons in the season. I really need to get training.
A busy weekend coming up. A talk with Sissy's mom to figure out some more stability in her life. Christmas parties. Stake Conference and of course work. I have so much more to catch up on.
I finally got some time to look at my reader. I have it to a manageable number. My problem is I want to read and comment on every post and realistically I can't. That bums me out.
I exhausted and going to bed.