Dude! I suck at the daily updating! I'm going to try harder to stick to this Holidailies commitment, dagnabbit.

My problem is that I've been planning to update at night, and I keep getting way too exhausted to think, much less write, as the hours slide by. I may make morning updates my goal. That way, there's also a healthy amount of pressure to just write and not re-analyze everything I say and worry whether it sounds good or not. I know, it's hard to believe I do that, since it's not like I'm writing masterpieces here or anything (well, not most of the time, heh heh).

Also, I feel like even the attempt to write daily is a strange experience, because it draws this attention to detail in things I'd most likely not notice. And what I'm noticing is, not much is happening lately! What on earth is interesting enough to write about?? I wonder to myself.

The flipside of that coin is that most of the journal entries I find interesting are when people are just writing about their lives. I mean, jesus, that's what we're all tuning in for, right? I hate when I overthink things.

Anyway, I do not want to leave this as an entry consisting only of my writing neuroses, so let's move on, shall we?

This morning, I woke up the groggiest girl alive. I had been in a really deep sleep, like burrowed into the earth kind of deep. My alarm tried yanking me out of my cavern, but my body was made of lead, so it really only tugged at me and gave up (when I slapped it, turning it off). Joe woke me up by asking what time I needed to get up. "Now," I whined, rolling off the mattress and slithering into the shower. The water didn't even wake me up. What the hell is that about? I felt like all my muscles were coated with steel or something. After I gradually got my shit together enough to go to work, I get all the way downstairs to be greeted by a flat tire. Joe had to go to work today, too, so I had to go back upstairs to talk to him about the car situation and figure things out. He said he'd be able to get a ride, and that I could take his car, so that solved that. Although now, I have to deal with getting new tires tomorrow morning. First a new battery, now new tires. My car is having an exciting year!

Work was actually really good today. I love when that happens - when you just really don't feel like going in, and then the day is pleasant and good and you're happy you went. It was a much better day than usual, which made me really happy. Even better, a co-worker of mine and I got a fairly big project completed between the two of us. Productivity at work! Who knew it could be so satisfying?

Also, the little kids I worked with today were too precious. I like it when tiny children say in their little voices, "Thank you!" or when they quietly reach up and take your hand. Those little moments make my day, seriously.

After I got home, I took a nap, and still, the leaden limb feeling and sleepy-headedness persist. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I plan on getting a long night's sleep tonight! Hey, at least I cooked dinner. I'm being productive, in spite of myself.