Wednesday, February 17, 2010


I need to be sleeping, but instead I'm blogging. I feel revived after road-tripping like a teenager with the hubster (kid left with in-laws). I felt young and free, but kind of old at the same time, like when I look in the mirror and see new lines and saggy places and think eek! adult is written on my face now. There's no escaping it - soon will come saggy jowls and southward pointing boobs and wierd hangy neck skin. I've seen pictures of the women in my dad's family (who I favor in looks) as they age, and all of them grew to be ugly women. They were stout and jowl-y.

That's all I got. I was gonna try to expand on some of the thoughts I've been having lately, and some really interesting things brought up by conversations with friends, but I'm brain-fried from thinking through deconstructionist philosophy all day. Time for bed.