Jetlag
I’m out of town at a conference for work and MY GOD I’m tired. So tired. So very, very tired. Instead of being smart and going to bed early in my clean, expensive hotel room, I stayed out waaaay too late. And now I’m sitting in a meeting about to die. Just die. But I have to pretend I’m not because everyone else is waaaay tired too, but they look like they’re fresh from a weekend at the spa. How do they do that? I look like I was just hit by a mack truck!
And in a few hours I have to go get my daughter and baby from the airport, so, really, my opportunity for sleep has passed.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. And so very, very tired.

I’m sure you’re hottilicious as usual, babe! (Is there a correct spelling for that? If so, I’m sure I didn’t use it…)