Friday, March 25, 2011

Springing Into Spring... Slowly

I'm kinda like spring this year. Peeking out but taking my sweet, sweet time appearing.

Suffice it to say, if I didn't already know, I've learned in the past week that I have to do things slower than the average person. This doesn't mean I can't ravage a to-do list as quickly as anyone else, it just means I have to plan better (Charlie Sheen) and put in more time. The strategy is no sweat now that I know the problem.

Yesterday, I knocked out three gonnas, one right after the other (Sara Cow - looking at you). I went to the doctor, who told me that things were cool. I went to my dad's, who fed me and entertained my newest plan. I went to the massage therapist, who loosened up every muscle in my back.

I came home and stuffed my face like Kirstie Alley in a bakery before passing out earlier than I have in MONTHS. I think the switch of an early bedtime for the sending in of more resumés is acceptable, considering I haven't gone to bed shy of 3 a.m. for a very. long. time.

Today I'm gonna: finally (hopefully) get my car fixed, add some more resumés to my ever-growing list, and let my third gonna be a surprise to myself.

All of these little things are building up for the great things to come. Kinda like this coy spring we've got going on. Or something.


  1. One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles, backflips, flip-flops...