Where is the time going??

I must be getting older.  There's  no other explanation for the way time just seems to be slipping away without me noticing.  For example, today is Monday.  October 3.  What happened to September?? Seriously, I have no idea where it went!  It's just gone... and I'll never get September 2011 back again.

Also, that means that November is just around the corner, which brings NaNoWriMo, and a whole different set of timewarps.  If you've done NaNo before, you know what I mean.  There's something about such intense creativity that just alters the entire time-space continuum.  Also, it makes me very sleepy once December arrives.

And then right after NaNo - er, November - comes December, which brings family time and Christmas shopping, and Christmas itself, and then this year also brings my sister's wedding.  It looks like my next chance for a decent night's sleep will be... um... January?  Except I know that I'll be doing theatre stuff in January, which pushes a good sleep back until February.

Is there anything important happening in February?  It's a short month; do you think anyone would mind if I took a 28-day nap?

Late-night TV

I remember, back when I was a kid, watching Nick at Night on Nickelodeon. I'm sure that I'm not the only 30-something who remembers that. Back then, it was "Donna Reed," "Mr. Ed," "The Patty Duke Show," and other black and white classic shows. My mom knew those shows, and it always made me think that she was really old (sorry Mom!).

 Tonight, I turned on the TV, looking for something to watch. I ran across "Friends," which is one of my favorite shows. Then I looked down in the corner of the screen. There was the Nick at Night logo.

 Crap. It's official. I'm old.

 Thanks, Nickelodeon. I really didn't need that reminder.

Thirty so far

I've been thirty for a couple of days now, and it has been less horrible than feared, so that's a good thing. I rang in the decade at a show in Vegas, which was pretty cool, and spent the first day of my thirties hanging with dolphins, lions, tigers, leopards, sisters, and cirque folks.

Unfortunately, on my third day of thirty, I started getting a sore throat. Today, on my fourth day of thirty, I've got a cold. Runny nose, watery eyes, sore throat, general ick - the works. Blah. And I've been stuck seeing patients at work instead of working on the computers. Double blah. However, all of these blahs are no worse than the blahs of twenty-nine, so I'm still willing to work with thirty. For now. *glares menacingly*

And on that note, I've got some chicken and stars soup (homemade!) calling my name, and 'The Princess Bride' ready and waiting in the DVD player in my bedroom (because it makes me get better sooner!). Good night, folks, and let's hope that my fifth day of thirty brings about some healing!

(Does anyone else feel like breaking into "The Twelve Days of Christmas"?)

Getting old

I swear, the older I get, the worse my memory gets. And it doesn't have to be a year older... just a day!

I've got this reader downloaded on my Palm (old-school tech!), and I know that I download books to read. But I can't remember the website. And I can't figure out where I put the bookmark.

*sigh*

I'd forget my head if it weren't firmly attached.