i'm not a fantastic vacationer. i'm working just 20 hours a week. that's it. other than that, i have absolutely no obligations, other than my courtesy CASA case, which takes approximately 2 hours. a month.
sounds lovely, i know. it's not.
book club, the minimal amount it asks from me keeps me afloat. as do my nightly conversations with Shoes. as do the periodic visits from good friends. as does a daily hour long workout. as does a complete diet overhaul. as do my afternoons at the driving range. as does ... as does ... as does ...
good lord, somebody give me *something* to sink my teeth into. i will not even TELL you what kind of bad TV i've been watching lately. worse than usual. much, much worse ... (o, you jersey shore nightmares - literally - after one episode, you gave me nightmares ...)
i am really reaching here. listless most of the time. hungrily look to the next visitor, or visit, or the next time i'll see Shoes.
when does shool begin .... the last monday of september?