Tired

I know that title looks like I put no effort into it, but it's actually a really good song by Adele, who is sorta like Amy Winehouse but with less crack residue. And because it's a new week and because I'm me, it's of course relevant. My energy level has dipped back below the 90-year old lady line after a brief, manic phase earlier this month. After a few hours of pre-St. Paddy's Day celebratory antics at Angela's on Saturday, all I wanted was a hot bath and US Weekly. I wound up asleep in the tub for a good 20 minutes (do NOT tell my mother - she is convinced I'll drown in there). After that, I lay on the couch with my brand new hot water bottle (the prized possession of the geriatriac crowd), reading my tabloids and watching my stories. I did somehow motivate to go back out that night, but I was a defeated partier at that point, and I was back on the couch early enough to catch part of SNL. Jeez, typing that paragraph wore me out...

I do now know, however, that my lack of energy is no match for my newfound obsession with Guitar Hero. Friday night, my exhausted body was sprawled out on my sister's couch, but my eyes were glued open and my hands were clutching desperately to a plastic guitar. I couldn't have stopped playing if the living room had caught fire. I was supposed to be "babysitting" my sleeping nephews while my brother-in-law made an airport run to fetch my sister. My babysitting skills were put into question when 4-year-old Josh stumbled in at midnight. Trying to find the bathroom and in a sleepy daze, he found his aunt in a cracked out, video game stupor and squeaked, "Guuuitaaar?" I quickly and guiltily hid the evidence behind the couch and said "No, Josh! Go to the bathroom!" I tucked him back into bed and felt like an addict trying to conceal my obsessive hunger for another go at "Hit Me With Your Best Shot." My sister finally got home around 12:30, and I made the mature decision to put the guitar down for the night. The entire drive home, I could see multicolored dots coming at me. I swear I heard the crowd booing me off the stage in my sleep that night too. Not since Tetris have I been so affected.

And that's the excitement that is my life right now. No cab drivers of the week because both were absolutely silent. I'm starting to think it's me.