Insignificant updates on the monotony of single life

I'm tired.

Baby's mother made me pink and white slippers and, for the first time in days, my toes are warm!

The W chapter is closed. I finally got my book back this afternoon.

The wedding might be off. I'm indifferent and that makes me a terrible person.

I bought shoes. Instead of tires. That makes me an irresponsible person.

Pilates class has been moved to 6 pm. Which will make it that much harder to get to class every week.

I might actually be too tired to stay up past midnight to watch the season premiere of Chuck. That makes me lame. And old. And decrepit.