Waking Up

Boy, am I tired or out of it or something. It's Saturday morning and I'm alll groggy. Maybe it's because of all the grog I drank last night when I got home from work. I'm tired and cloudy and spider-webbed-brained right now. This is going to be one dumb post, and maybe I'll delete it when I go back and read it during my awake time. If you ever want to get me, do it when I'm awake but not awake. That's your best chance, because I have almost zero ability to defend myself.

Supposed to go to that museum, the Underground Museum downtown with Tamara - the "not my sister" Tamara. The Tamara from work. It's 11am now. It closes at 5, so I guess that gives me about 5 1/2 hours to get ready. Well actually only 5 hours because it will take a half hour to drive down there and pick her up. Well, only 4 1/2 because then we'll drive for another 30 minutes trying to find it downtown. I hate driving downtown. Ugh, I'm not awake. I wish I had a longer weekend than just two days off.

Oh boy, I'm tired and sore and not awake. I've got a gumboil in my mouth that has made my whole right side of my neck and my right ear sore this week. It's sooooo annoying. It's the weekend and it still hurts. I should get the weekend off from hurts like this. And I sweetened my coffee a little too much just now.

Had several men call about the small group I'm trying to start. One of them is a fella I know or at least have met. His wife was my small group leader in a divorce support group I did. What else? I'm learning on my guitar, also called a GEE-TAR in my brighter shining moments of awake- and comedy-dom. Oh, boy, I do not want to wake up. I just want to laze around today.....maybe go outside and water the plants. And maybe do some other stuff, but right now I just want to sit and not think until my body feels like plopping over and lying down somewhere.

Oh, the misery and now I've got to get awake to go to this underground railroad museum. Hmmmm.....