{the magic boring.}

the magic boring is what sage and i call the grocery store when we are on adventures through neverland. or through oz. or whatever land he is currently reading about. i haven't told anyone this yet, but, i'm dying. very very slowly. it won't be too long now. i am dying because i am so boring. the most boring person in the world, actually. i am so tired. and sick. the kids germs flocked to me this week, taking over my system. things are out of whack. i'm gradually figuring the rhythm of the day, things are coming together. i've pretty much worked at least ten hours every day this week. and i work tomorrow at the waffle box. and sundays contain childcare too. i don't really feel it until i sit and thing about it, like right now, so i won't think about it anymore. i may be boring, but whatever. i'll just be alone and boring. that way no one will really know just how boring i am, because there won't be anyone there to ask me what i do, or hang out with me, or call me on the phone, or stop over for a drink. god, i am ridiculous. something has to give, because my brain is in a different dimension right now. everything/one is out of their minds. i just want to cuddle.