Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.


Do you guys remember when I used to have coherent thoughts and the ability to complete tasks? Sigh. That was nice.

For the past couple of days I can't seem to hold onto anything for more than a few minutes. Aren't women supposed to be good at multi-tasking?

I get up and I make a plan. It involves coffee and a walk for my dogs, some blogging, some cleaning, some homework, and perhaps some exercise. By the time I get downstairs, I've subbed laundry for cleaning, staring aimlessly out the window for blogging, and rubbing my feet for exercise.

By lunchtime, the only things I've accomplished are drinking coffee and reducing the number of unread articles in my RSS feed from 573 to 456.

By 3, when I have to go to work, I've squeezed in getting dressed and perhaps a shower. If I'm feeling particularly motivated.


Life is exhausting. I think I'm getting sick. Or I have a brain tumor. Definitely one of the two.

I'm over on The Road today discussing why people feel it's ok to compliment a waitress on anything that pops into their little heads. It's sort of a miracle that I finished the post.

whistle while you work

a vagina full of dirt, part II