Life is too busy sometimes

It's almost 1 a.m. Why am I not in bed, you ask? Good question.

I have a friend coming to visit this weekend, and I've been cleaning my apartment and preparing for her arrival. She arrives late Thursday.

Then there's work. And comedy shows. And all the daily stuff that comes up, eating away at the few spare minutes I seem to have at the beginning of each day.

Earlier tonight, I told myself I have to get those pictures hung on the wall. I'd decided how I wanted it to look, and I was set. After I measured and hung the first two frames, I realized it wasn't going to work. At least, I wasn't going to like it.

I threw a little fit, and I got stupid emotional about it. Actually, it wasn't the crooked pictures that were getting to me. It may have been the fact I can't seem to get in the groove lately. I am not doing a very good job finding time for me. I haven't worked out in three days. I'm not doing the best job on staying on top of my plan to get in better shape.

All in all, I'm kind of sucking at life. OK, so I'm being a little hard on myself. But why does it have to seem so tough? Thankfully I have this blog to whine about how tough I have it ... otherwise, I might realize it could be much worse. Somehow, though, that doesn't make me feel any better.

Hopefully having my friend Jen here from Michigan for the long weekend will be just what I need to get my head back on straight. She's always good for a few laughs — and a Justin Timberlake stalking. Not that anything like that every happened. I swear.