… but folks, I am REALLY, really tired of reading.
Me. Liz Norell. Tired of looking at books.
I said this to a couple of my classmates this afternoon before our 2:00 class, the preparation for which was all I substantively did this weekend.
My good friend turned to me and said, “I cannot believe you’re saying this, Liz. I mean, WHERE do you get this from? I just don’t understand. Why would you even SAY something like that?” He continued to rattle on for at least 30-60 seconds in this vein, clearly demonstrating we’re all going a bit cookoo. And there aren’t even any Cocoa Puffs.
Hmmm. Cocoa Puffs. That sounds like an *excellent* grocery-store purchase, doesn’t it?
But seriously. I cracked out a new set of contacts yesterday, and my eyes are already hurting/itchy/red/watery. Part of it is allergy/sinus related (I’m convinced I’m on the cusp of my quarterly sinus infection), but if this persists, I may have to sport my kickin’ new glasses far more often than just once in a great while, and not because I’m trying to pretend like I’ve got style. Oof.