So little time...

As it turns out, being a teacher is a lot of work. I really should have figured this out, being that I saw the work my parents did every day of my entire life. Somehow it slipped my mind, or I thought they were exaggerating. As it is so much work, I have had little time for anything. I went out in London for the first time on Thursday to a bar called, wait for it, wait for it, it's worth the wait, The Alex P. Keaton. Seriously, such a hip joint. It has enough room for a dj, and the entire martini list is based on the movie Zoolander. Awesometown! (If you can tell me where I got that reference, I will give you candy, for you are sweet.) Sherry and my new friend Tasha went to discuss the X-treme Tired we are now feeling. This tired seems to have lingered into my days off, as today I feel the tired in my bones. I don't think I've been so acutely aware of my bones before. Dispite my bones and their old man ache, I made the half hour trek into downlown London to try and find 3 things: a birthday present for my little sister, some new stitch markers, and a comic book store. I was victorious in my search for the present and the stitch markers, but I didn't find a comic book store. I blame this on the fact that I was too tired to quest properly. I ended up coming home and knitting all day, which I needed. There is nothing like knitting to relax those aching bones. Well, that and lots of vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. Mmmmmm...

PS. The most awesome thing written about me EVER.