Busy...crazy...insane...intense...rigorous...laborious...strenuous

I could write a thesaurus for my life. Except I'm too busy to keep it updated. Kind of ironic how that works. As if it weren't enough for me to be working full time, I had to go and join the soccer team and be exponentially rewarded with two, two hour practices every day for the next two weeks. (Except for Friday nights and Sabbaths.) Oh, did I say join? It was more like I was recruited. I don't know why, except that maybe I look like I deserve to be miserable. I feel like a used car. The odometer is getting up there on the miles and I'm not worth much anymore. Don't run as good as I used to. But then what else are used cars for but to put out in a field and have a derby...demolition derby that is. The drivers are doing a right good job of it. I think about a third of the team is injured already...or at least faking it in order to escape the rigors...Those driver guys. I tell you. They sit on us, toot their little horns, and expect us to win the derby for them.
  ¶ 11:23 PM