Kangatopia

but complaints.  The mediocre kind.

Here’s my litany:

I’m tired.  I haven’t been sleeping much.  I’ve been drinking too much.  My place is a wreck, and my sister is going to be here for 5 days in 2 days.  I am wholly unprepared for a camp-out with Bear tomorrow night.  I have to buy Monkey a pair of black pants for her dance recital before tomorrow night.  (The other day Monkey shouted, “I AM NOT A MONKEY!”  Oh, how they grow up.)  I have to clean, and prepare food, and shop.  I don’t know where the receipt is for the airline ticket that will get me back home after the midwest trip (are Illinois and Ohio in the midwest?).  We have to pack for Chicago and Ohio.  My throat hurts.  I have the sniffles.  The recital looms.  I haven’t had time to ride or go to the gym this week.

Oh well.  My stress may be average and boring, but I am so fucking thankful that it is the way it is.