A little far off from my birthday, I finally got my shopping day with my sister; and boy did I need it! It's just been one of those weeks. You know the kind; you try to get above, fight to succeed and work hard, and then someone pulls the rug out from under you and you stumble on your face. I did that. Sort of. And in more ways than one. I tripped going up a flight of stairs. It was one of those slow-motion tumbles when you know you're going down but can't do anything to stop it. Unfortunately people saw. But I just smiled, red-faced, brushed myself off and continued on. I mean, really, what else can you do? Then I stumbled on my two tests this week, but I'm sick of talking about school. I've got a small case of senioritis this week, and all I can say is thank goodness tomorrow is Friday and I only have one class to deal with. I wish I could say it's also going to be a relaxing day, but in truth, it won't be. They never are. That's why it's taken so long to meet up with Jackie. But we managed it today and it was lovely. I met her at about 4 and got all the things I've really been needing, particuarly a nice, every day purse. I got some nice clothes, too, but unfortunately it's mostly fall/winter stuff so I can't wear any of it yet. I was very sad when I folded it all away in a bin under my bed, but when the weather changes I will be very excited to try them out. But it was a good day (with her, anyway). I told her that I couldn't remember the last time she and I went shopping. So it was nice to spend that time together, just the two of us. And for the record, she's beginning to show. : ) I guess that's it, really. Lame entry, sorry, but I'm tired. A bit tired to thinking, of talking, even writing. I think that's what it is. My creative juices are fried. Lately all I've been wanting to do is sit back and read or watch someone else's creations. I haven't the energy right now for my own. Maybe I can re-coop over the weekend. It's parent's weekend, by the way. And tomorrow night is Saguaro's homecoming. It's going to be a very long weekend, actually. Saturday morning I'm getting up bright and early to see Saguaro perform at PAS. I don't really care about it except for the fact that my honey's been writing music for them and teaching, and I have yet to hear what any of it sounds like. Plus, he agreed to go to a play with me that night so I call it even. At least it's had good reviews (the play, I mean). Sunday is my induction into the honors chapter thing; I'm not quite sure what to call it. But it's a proud group to be a part of and it also looks shnazzy on a resume. Anyway, off to bed then. Maybe in a few more nights my poetic side will arise again. It's been too long since I've jotted down a line of silver song... Carrie