Nothing New

I have a lot of work to do. At least that's what it feels like. I have reading, more reading, more reading, and grading papers to do. And I have to work today. Oh well, this is nothing new. So I'm sitting in bed doing nothing instead, wishing I lived by myself because I don't like anyone anymore. Maybe I'll buy a tour bus and that way I'll always be at home, no matter where I go.

Today is the day I weigh myself. I don't think it's going to be very good news, as I got a little slack starting on Thursday and haven't been drinking enough water. And too much soda. But we'll see if I've gone backwards. Have to wait until there's no one else in the house, mostly because I'm weird and don't like people around when I do stuff.

I'm very tired today, but not for any good reason. There is this part of me that likes cloudy rainy days sometimes, as they remind me a little bit of the days of yesteryear when I didn't live here and was in a place that had weather and seasons and affordable real estate. I also didn't get any mail yesterday, which made me sad. I usually get some on Saturdays, which makes me feel special. This week I'm not special. Oh well, this is nothing new.