tuesdays really spank my ass. why is work so hellish on tuesdays? oh yeah, it’s because i have a two-hour block of meetings and these meetings drain all my energy.

so i am zombified tonight. i was feeling lonely so i turned on the tv. i promise to turn it back off tomorrow. at least tomorrow is happy hour with the girls. we had to skip last time because kari’s stinky husband was in singapore and allison had cheerleading practice (she’s a coach).

so i am not doing yoga tonight. i don’t wanna. i’ve decided it’s my right.

so i cleaned out clyde. he’s going to the big junkyard in the sky. i recovered from his depths:
7 mixtapes from friends
1 full bottle of windex
1 winter coat
1 sombrero
1 cup full of change
1 doc marten boot
2 baseball caps
1 high fidelity poster
12 caplets of midol
1 afghan
1 set of jumber cables

now all this crap resides in the sistermobile. i am set to experience the car shopping ordeal on saturday. i am not looking forward to it.

why can’t i just write out a check, sign a paper and they give me keys? i’d love it if i could just go over to the carstore and say:

“i’d like one blue car named jonas to go. yes, i’d love air conditioning with that.”

if only i ran the entire world.