overexhaustion

I'm exhausted but can't sleep... kirbie blogging in this state of mind would be similar to drinking and driving... passengers beware.

... last week I worked 100 hours... in seven days... it's been awhile since I took a math class but I think that averages to more than 14 hours a day

... there are a lot of ways to say the name betsy bruinsma or lauren haag over a pa system

... mother's day isn't the same when you're not spending it with your mom

... you can be friends with someone... disappear for four years and pick up where you left off... guys make it easier

... can you care too much about your job?

... yes I know you can care too much... I guess a more appropriate question would be where do I draw the line?

... fourteen games of softball is a lot of softball... especially when "your" team only played three of them

... writing about national champions doesn't make you one

... people get offended when you suggest their kid might compete in the special olympics one day... ok they laughed but I just want them to have options

... I can't make everyone change our stupid name or logo the minute we do it

... I'm sorry your stats are wrong... I'm sorry your kid's stats are wrong... No I won't write a story about suzie being potty trained now

... the eastern shore is almost a figment of my imagination

... my mom's cookies are the best... especially when my sister brings them back fresh from the shore

... it's not always easy being at your alma mater watching and writing about sports you can't play anymore

... sanjaya is bad

... i miss work study company

... I would not want to end my career walking in the game-winning run... but I wouldn't light up a cigarette on the other side of the bus afterwards either

... they say survivor, the tv show, is a game but it's a lot like life

... I don't need to be rich but I'd like to find something where I can afford (logistically and financially) to come and go freely

... I have accepted the temporary loss of peter pan to the point I can eat skippy peanut butter on pbj sandwiches... but I still miss curling up on the couch with my jar of peter pan and a spoon... skippy's just not the same

... I may have just bored myself to sleep... maybe this could be your lullaby