[EXLPLATIVE!] Im Tired

Hi Readers,

I'm still around.
I'm still writing down blog titles as I think of them, and just going at it guerilla-style when the feeling hits.
I just wanted to check in with you.
Reminder (Reference September entry "Drafted to the MBA"), I am back in grad school.
So homework has taken a chunk of time, as have the comas I fall into soon after I am done.
Between work, commuting, homework (those two words should not form a compound - who thought of that???), household responsibilities, and couple time - there is little time left for anything but my comas - let alone leisure reading, long phone calls, or blogging for that matter. 

But I am committed to this blog, and just as sure as my name is Kristin, I will always etch out time for it.
I have some interesting blog topics in the works.  Until they manifest on this site, they are jotted down in in my Big Blue 5-Subject Note Book of Dreams - Yes I really have one of those, and that's what I call it.  Don't Judge.

I haven't made any trips to the library lately.
I haven't been reading one book a week like I like to try and do, but I am trying to fit some joy reading in where I can - that -ish is HARDDDDDD.  After reding my text books - NO READING is leisure reading to me.  But please believe, efforts are being made.

Right now the selection of choice is 'Eat, Pray, Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert -  although most days I just want to Eat, Pray, and SLEEP - provided I can even stay awake to eat, and pray.

[LORD, do my commute prayers, reach your ears as quickly as the prayers I say on my knees? I sure hope so, cause my main prayer of every day, is said behind my steering wheel. IF you're driving in front of me, and you see my lips moving - I'm not on blue tooth, I'm not conversing with my imaginary passenger - she knows I'm not talkative in the morning, I'm not singing - I'm talking to my Father]

Well there's a quick update for you.  My eyes are feeling heavy.
Hey, at least I KNOW when I am about to fall into a coma ... most folks aren't so lucky.


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