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Broadening my horizons makes me a dud. Though I've never really been a party animal.

The whole work/school routine is falling into place, and I'm pretty sure by the end of the first semester I'll be in a really good groove. Because that's just how I roll.

But in the meantime, while the groove is establishing and I am adjusting to being a pretty old chick back in school? I'm kind of a dud.

For example, say you wanted me to watch a favorite TV show with you after dinner. And I said 'Sure!' because I like our favorite TV shows, and I got all settled in on the couch and snuggled up and watched the opening scene of Modern Family, then fell asleep. Hard. Out like a light out.

Cut to later, when Daughter (who was still home last week when I did this) says, 'Mom, it's time for bed. Come on, do NOT sleep on the couch. It always seems like a great idea until about 2 a.m. when you're really uncomfortable and need the bed...'

Wowza. The sleep I did without in college? I'm having to catch up on now. And since I'm back in school too? Just be kind if I happen to doze off during what appears to be a perfectly normal conversation. Just nudge me gently and I'll either wake up, stop snoring and/or stop drooling.

I promise.

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