Here's What I'm Thinking

If you find yourself able to resist singing along to The Pixies "Here Comes Your Man" you are a freak.

To Those Wiser Than Me

I should've listened to you. Big lunch + running = bad, bad times. When your goal is to make it home without puking, you know you probably didn't wait long enough before going out. But, I'm 2/3 of the way to another internet filled week and that is what really matters.

Eventually I'll Tire Of Trying

I've written and deleted about 7 posts in the past 12 hours. And I still haven't figured out what I'm trying to say. Grrrr...I'm getting my growl back. Friday, you are starting to piss me off.

A Week Without Internet Doesn't Sound So Bad

But for the greater good, tomorrow (and Saturday and Sunday) I will run. Or Something.

Maybe.

Wishful Thinking

The past two days have seen my thoughts flooded with ideas about vacations. Reality tells me that there's not even the slightest chance I'll get to go anywhere anytime soon but that hasn't kept me from looking. I've been checking out everything from Scotland to Norway, from Galapagos to an "Ancient Empires cruise", from Alaska to Disney World. I want to go anywhere but here where I only feel restless and unsteady. I need somewhere, something to distract me. Donations gladly accepted :)

Antihistamines Make You Crazy

At least your dreams become increasingly bizarre. Like the one where I'm Lindsay Lohan and my big decision for the day is choosing between McDonalds and Indian food for lunch. I (that is, Lindsay) choose McD's (which is crazy all by itself). I spend the rest of the dream trying to smuggle several bunches of bananas out of the restaurant. Weird.

Is There A Hidden Switch?

Either on or off

I wish I knew the secret

of where it resides