Stressed with a capital WTF

So much is going on but I feel like I can't start anything so it makes me feel like I am an awesome pink plane with glitter on it going around and around but can't land yet. I just don't feel like doing any of it...I hate feeling like I HAVE to do something, didn't we all go through our childhoods doing stuff we didn't want to do? When do we get to do stuff we want to do or rather not have to do the stuff we "have" to do. I may be burned out from grad school, working 40+ hours a week AND writing the equivalent of 5 pages a week can be kinda annoying. So then I get off the train and I SHOULD go to hot yoga, but I just want to couch and attempt to cook dinner. So at some point in my life I need to suck it up and be a grown up and do everything I SHOULD do but ick....why?
PS...so I took the city bus to the train station yesterday and I already had a headache so on a full bus during the afternoon commute rush hours, 2 early 20ish girls decided that right then was an awesome time to play B-52's Rock Lobster, really loud on their iPod speakers. Really soothing...especially at the end when the red head, Kate something, "sings" something that sounds like a seagull being stabbed.

Life=no time for bloggy

So I decided to go to grad school and work and have some life so my blog has been left behind, sad...anywho, I am gearing up to throw a wedding shower on Saturday for Erin, my friend who is getting married next month down Mexico way. We are going and thank god its the Pats bye week or Mike might go into convulsions if he had to miss any part of a Pats game, seriously I would leave him at Logan airport and pick him up on my way back rather then deal with him.
Every time we travel all we do is talk about how fat we are and then we swear that as soon as we get home we are going to eat better and exercise every day, this lasts about a week and then we are back to meatloaf and couching. This time though we are not going to do that, or rather we are going to try not to do that, we may just be sedated due to margaritas and Dos Equis so we may not even notice that we aren't swim suit models. Which really, we aren't and how can you expect a pharmacist and a hospital administrator to have hot bodies (I mean we do of course), we are from Massachusetts not Miami! We dress in hooded sweatshirts and jeans 9 months out of the year! Let just hope we don't have a repeat of our flight to the Dominican.
PS....so pist at Erin, there is a Wal-mart down the street from the resort and she is going there to get supplies for the weddin' but she is going before I get there! I specifically said I wanted to go to the Mexican Wal-Mart!!!!