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Tired in my bones

Tired in my bones....

Sydney needs to get a physical for basketball. We need to make arrangements for a college tour. The car needs to be washed. Zeus needs dog food. I need to make a sponsorship package for CWUW and send out thank you cards for the health focus group. I need to do laundry. I have to call about my student loans. I have 3 grants due by September 8th. I have to wash my hair. The toilet in Syd's bathroom runs all the time. Need to check on my grandmother, my aunt and my cousin's aunt. I have to call to make an appointment with the dermatologist. I should think about the second interview for the new gig. Syd's car needs a tune up, brakes and I'm sure something else. I need to give away some of mom's stuff, finally. I need to clean out all the journals, books and files from Woman to Woman. I need to buy an external hard drive before this computer messes up. I need to make sure Syd arranged for her SATs.

Tired in my bones...


I would like to take a trip to South Africa and work with women living with HIV for about 6 months. I would love to paint. I would like to take yoga classes regularly. I want to visit my girlfriends and cousin in NYC this year. I would love to shop for some new clothes; suits - up my professional game. I would like a facial and a massage. I think I want to be a big sister once the Kid leaves for school or become a foster parent. I want to help my friends with whatever they need. I want to find the fliest black leather jacket at a thrift store this fall. I want to get at least 3 more tats and another piercing. I want to just rest my spirit for a day and let someone else take care of me. I want fresh flowers on occasion in my apt. I want to get my meditation time back on track. I want to start getting my pedicures regularly again. I want to wear a beater and jeans - daily.

Tired in my bones...

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