once you fall off the wagon, it’s hard to get back on. i spent so much time last week wrapped up in my own head that it’s hard to come back out.

i was using the excuse that nothing was happening so i didn’t need to write. but then nothing ever happens and i still write most everyday.

this is a site about nothing happening i suppose. or something that happens that isn’t that exciting. i have a book of things to share when i find that someone special. i write them all down, they are only for the special someone and not for everyone. i feel sorry for the someone when i find him because he’s just gonna have to sit on the couch while i tell him all that stuff i’ve stored up.

tonight i have to go to dinner at my parents’ house. it should be entertaining. i haven’t seen the kidlings in so long i feel like a piece of my heart is missing.

last night i was sick. so sick i went to bed at like 9:20 and slept in a pool of my own sweat. it was rather disgusting.

if it weren’t for midol, i’d still be in bed.

tomorrow i get to work from home, tuesday is my dedicated work from home day. the bosslady said so. do you know how much that rules? who wants to go to lunch?

tell me something.