Nothing in particular...

So it's 10:30pm, and I'm still trying to make sense of this day.  The morning started out rushed as usual, but I made it to work on time.  The four hours I spent at work were hectic, but productive.

I forgot Caris' bag so I had to go home first, then drive out to the parents house to drop of Caris for an afternoon of Grandma time.  When I finally made it back home, I did some menial housework that took all of fifteen minutes, then sat down to do homework.  This is where things go haywire.

I could not focus.  And this was before learning I had been made Managing Editor of The Aurora.  The problem is, I wasn't focused on anything in particular, I just couldn't focus on my assignment.  This is not a good sign, because these assignments in Modern World Literature are long, and I have to really keep on the ball to get them completed.  *sigh*  I hope this isn't a sign of issues to come.

Tomorrow is the chili cook-off downtown.  I'm still not sure if we're going.  It takes a lot of...well...effort to go somewhere with a 15 month old.  This week has exhausted me.  I think I'd rather stay home and watch it rain.

My eyes are getting heavy, so I'd better wrap this up.  Thanks for reading this fairly pointless blog post.  :)

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  1. DebraSeptember 10, 2010 at 7:04 PM

    Hugs, Angie. And Congrats! The fog will clear and you'll be back to being your regular productive self again soon.

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  2. dmwSeptember 10, 2010 at 8:54 PM

    there have to be days where your mind rebels.. even when you don't want it to. Hold tight to the notion that your focus is there, just a little out of your reach today. Hugs and enjoy the chili-thing if you make an appearance.... (congratulations once more on your post)

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