Like Lindsey Lohan

I'm quite possibly the tiredest person alive. I have been moving nonstop for the last week and last night was the first night in I don't know how long I didn't have a drink. It was lovely to get to sleep at a decent hour. Now if only I could take a solid poop.

Too much?

I was so tired the other day that when I took Killian out to pee I thought, "It would be kind of awesome to have 4 legs. You could, like, run fast and stuff.". I have absolutely no idea where that came from.

I'm starting to realize why celebrities check into the hospital for "exhaustion". Before I just thought they were pussies but an overfilled schedule certainly does take it's toll. I wonder what would happen if I went down to my local hospital and told them I wanted to be admitted.

Tonight I'm supposed to have a quiet night with The Boy that does NOT include alcohol. Hopefully things go as planned because if I even see one more bottle of Budweiser I may very well pass out on the spot. (I am in no way swearing off alcohol. We know how that went last time.)

How have all of you been? I've missed you. I'll be back soon. I've come up with tons of more thing to bitch about.


(I wrote this post yesterday but apparently it didn't get published when I tried to do so via Crackberry. FYI - I did have a wonderfully laid back night watching The Boy play hockey and then cuddling up to a movie.)