I feel like I’m running a marathon. Work is out of control crazy lately and I’m getting off late every night. With my new awesome job I work every-other Saturday… I miss having my Saturdays to myself to get my ish done. My calling at church just got a whole lot more involved; I’m gonna love it, I just don’t know where I’m going to work it in. I have an institute class on Tuesday nights that I’m pretty sure is going to be way over my head, and a photography class about to start on Thursday nights. Just threw a surprise birthday dinner last-minute for my awesome little bro. Trying to balance any spare time after that with good friends that are having a hard time and sweet boyfriend. Oh, and I’m trying to squeeze in training for the Ogden half marathon. And what is up with this Utah air? I miss the sun and blue skies in my life. My Wii Fit character keeps getting fatter and fatter and last night my best friend asked me if I was worried about my biological clock. Since I’m getting so old and all. I will be 27 this year. I’ve never been one to whine about my age, but really. 27? Just the thought of that makes me want to vomit. By the time I get married my body will be old and decrepid and no longer fit for child-bearing. I’m a time bomb ticking, my dear readers.
Soon to blow up.