Nice feeling at church on Sunday. Look around and think I have that shirt. I have those shorts. I have that top. Wait, no I don't. I gave that stuff away! Keep looking around. Realize three people at church have on outfits which formerly resided in my closet. Not sure if I was feeling like a nice person or if I was just high from baby-sniffing. I had a baby sitting on my lap, and he smelled way too good.
Normally, I'm a pretty good speller, but everytime I write deja vu, I have to dictionary.com it. Therefore, everytime I dictionary.com deja vu, I have deja vu.
I think I'm still high from the Baby Magic.
Every day is the same. I swear I'm not going to stay up til 1 in the morning. I want to be alert. I want to have a good day. I don't want to take a nap. I'm not a good napper. If I take a nap at the swimming pool, how will I ever get my magazines read? Naps don't work. They make me crankier. But its 12:30 a.m., and here I am. I would say tomorrow is a whole new day, but its already tomorrow now isn't it? I'm not off to a good start.