I want a nap.

Penny woke up at just past 5:30 this morning, and though I laid in bed until my alarm went off at 6 anyway, I didn't really get to go back to sleep.

So this morning, you get the lamest of lame journal entries. Sorry 'bout that.

Mark - the guy who runs the comic store that Matt and I go to - once said that the more keys you have on your keyring, the more you need to pause and take a breath and chill out. Or something to that effect.

I'm not sure I agree with him, but man, do I have a lot of keys on my keyring. And rings. I've got several sub-rings, weirdly enough.

Car key. And the little bleepy-door-locker-panic-button thingy that goes with it. That's on its own sub-ring, to make things easier to drop the car off at the shop.

The car key's subring and my house key are on a clip-ring that is one of the two central keyrings. The clip-ring means that if I'm going somewhere and I don't want to haul my purse with me, then I can just take off the most essential keys and stick them in my pocket.

On the other central ring are: my key to the garage, which is a different lock from all the other doors in my house; a key to my parents' house that I should probably throw away because I think they changed the locks when they upgraded their doorknobs to something more friendly to Mom's arthritis; and the key to my bike lock. Also on that ring are my plastic doodads - my Food Lion and CVS reward cards, and my Curves sign-in doodad that I should throw out because I quit Curves.

And on the last ring are: my key to my office building; my key to my office; a housekey that I have no idea what house it belongs to (should probably toss that one, too); and a key to a lockbox that I never lock.

So. Nine keys, and three plastic doodads.

Four keys (if you count the car key and its bleepy-thing as one unit) that I use on a more or less regular basis. And two plastic doodads.

Three keys of infrequent and limited use, that I could probably stick on the separate keychain that stays at the bottom of my purse, with the spare key to Matt's car.

And two keys (and a plastic doodad) that should be tossed, if I was willing to break a couple of fingernails getting them off their rings.

It could be worse.

--Liz