March 2, 2011

.Each Morning.

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.  I can choose which it shall be.  Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet.  I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

. Groucho Marx.

I have so much to recap from my west-coast weekend but it is mid-term time and right now I'm a manic multi-tasker.  I'm currently blogging while applying my makeup before work with less than four hours of sleep under my belt after a weekend of already inconsistent slumber due to time change and wedding itineraries.  Old me would rely on toxic amounts of coffee to cope with the level of productivity required at this point, but apparently that's not healthy for baby so I'll just have to do this hardcore style. 

Now I'm behind on 452 things I need to be doing instead, so until we meet again.

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