Freaky Birthday

I woke up slightly before my alarm went off, but took a nap after breakfast, and overslept. Scrambled to get into work. Have felt tired all day.

Too tired, apparently. I went out for a veggie burger, onion rings, and apple pie at Burger King because it was my birthday and I didn't feel like cooking. When I got back, I scratched a colleague's car pulling in. I ran into work in a panic, but she took it calmly. Both cars have some scratches in the paint. I don't think that my car is worth fixing, to be honest.

Shit.

Anyway, I'm 55. Hard to believe.

I'm still tired. I think that I need to get my weary bones to bed.

Oh, and Zara must have missed me this weekend. She comes trotting up for pets and snuggles whenever I come in from outside. She doesn't want me to go away again!

Ouch

I've had a bad headache all day, and have felt tired and spacey. But we had a big accreditation meeting today, so I sucked it up and went into work. If I still feel lousy tomorrow, I'm staying home. I don't have any meetings tomorrow.

I'm squared away with my insurance company about the accident last night.

Apparently there is a fundraising site for Buddhist-related classes, so I'm going to apply. I'd pay for transportation, lodging (Airbnb), and food if the donors could pay my tuition (roughly half and half--I'd be paying slightly more).

WalMart's veggie lasagna is pretty good. Not as good as the lasagna that I make in the crockpot, but not bad. And it's more healthy than the stuff that I ate this weekend, which relied heavily on cheese.

I'm planning to go to sleep really soon, and try to sleep whatever-it-is off.