One Serious Mother

this is not good. i just keep updating and ignoring sleep. if i plan on doing the insomniac thing perhaps i should at least be productive. you know, i could pack or blow my nose or something.

this has to be the last one though. i just want to get one more thing down before i decide to either be active or comatose. i don't know if i can say this the way i want which just means that i create more and more entries waiting for the inspiration to strike.

that ain't happenin' and i'm not gonna a be a fool and wait it out any longer.

mommylap, i'm going to miss you. i'm going to miss someone who understands the minutia that is my ups and downs. someone who patrols the outer edges of sanity with me and giggles when we get too close to the drop off.

i know that this is going to be another long trip. i don't really know what i'm doing on this one all that well. i can't even fathom how i would be able to get anywhere near ready because being productive just ain't happenin' (need i point out that this is the third entry in a very short period, even for me)

i am not kissing your but, lap. i just wanted you to know. especially because i might not get a look at you before i run my ass back to the house tomorrow to pack (which i should be doing now but honestly, if i continue harping on myself i'll never be a quality procrastinator).

i'll miss you and i hope to have excessive amounts of access to the internet so i can keep up on your life. say hello to the beagle should you get the chance.

now i must away. after of course checking to see if i have any notes, any new guestbook entries or e-mail. dear lord. it just gets worse the more i pick at it, doesn't it?