That tired feeling.

Ever feel so tired that it could be mistaken for feeling hungover?

Today is another cloudy day here--it's sad because I can't work on my tan but at the same time it is a nicer atmosphere for a run.

Sidenote: I 'blew' the no drinking again--so I went for another two hour run this morning. It was refreshing.

Now I sit here, about to go out to the Farmer's Market with one of my girlfriends--and I wonder...do I make the call? I have the number...the ball is completely in my court...what do I do? Do I hold the ball? A moment's hesitation could give my opponent the opportunity to take control...Do I pass off the ball? Willingly acknowledging that this isn't 'my shot'? Or do I take that shot, and hope for nothing but net? While most people would probably jump at the chance to shoot, I realize I'm not most people. While most people would take action, I sit here writing analogies on my internet blog...that's just how cool I am...haha.

(I love basketball...)

Anyways--my solid plans for the day (as in the ones I have completely decided, not the ones I am still on the fence about)...
- Enjoy the farmer's market with Cathy.
- Work. Unfortunately--there is always work to be done.
- Go the airport at 5:30 to welcome my brothers fiancee back home from her six week vacation. Then give them their time alone. haha.
- Go to a movie with my mom.

Now I am left with one thought in mind...
Do I pass?
Do I hold?
Do I shoot?

I am in the triple threat position.