The pseudo-real-world has taken its toll.
Tonight, I turned down an outing with a handful of my favorite folks.
Why?!
I have "important" things to do before bedtime hits...
(Which is approximately 9:30pm, nowadays, mind you.)
These include:
1) Make JELLO
2) Scrall a mental note to buy cookie cutters for Jigglers next time
3) Sort and label 17 individual packages of Dunkaroos (by classroom)
4) Cook a XL dinner, so leftovers can be tomorrow's lunch
5) Create and color binder cover pages
6) Search the apartment for potential Prize Box items
7) Watch We're Back!, a G-rated dino movie that my childhood missed
...and that's just the beginning of the wild shenanigans planned.
(I also have two emails to send.)
It's no wonder life begins picking up pace so obscenely once the working world swallows the soul. The mind is too exhausted to be any more intellectual than an infant. The body aches so much that the couch -- which used to be completely lackluster -- suddenly holds such appeal. The spontaneous late night adventures that used to feel like... well, life... have unfairly lost priority. Life is not meant to be sandwiched into a 9-5 timeframe. A life lived in such a way seems like an oxymoron. Plus, it passes by too quickly when that's all you've got.
...And yes, the dinosaur movie has made me weep.
Raise the pathetic level to "extreme".
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