My version of twitter.

I’m not sure how I managed it but I have a massive scratch on my forearm.

Clammy skin sticks to the desk and it hurts when I separate clammy, scratched skin from desk.

Three seasons of Rescue Me over the last month is incredibly stressful to watch.

Seriously they should all just kill themselves because their lives are pretty damn miserable.

Ok, that was mean. I take it back.

We still don’t have cable. Instead we watch one episode of a TV show that we have on DVD every night. It’s working out for us.

We are now onto Battlestar Gallactica and hot damn it is pretty damn awesome.

I worked all weekend. I’m burnt out.

I will likely have to work next weekend as well.

I have floor hockey tonight but I’m not sure how much I can really play.

The ankle that got in the way of a hockey stick is still a bit tender.

I joined Facebook. It’s a sad addiction.

Gary and I are thinking about doing a “Top-Secret-Project”. It made us laugh (ok I snorted) just talking about it.

I couldn’t sleep last night. I kept tossing and turning. Stupid stress.

Vacation in April is going to be chock full of NOTHING! Walks to the park with the pup if it’s nice out and that’s about it.

Maybe I’ll even have dinner ready for Gary when he gets home from work.

Honestly, that means heating up the oven to throw in something pre-cooked and frozen.

I probably should make more of an effort to cook. I’m just too damn tired to really bother.

I’m a very lucky girl to have Gary.

• “It’s like a mini version of Delaware Ave”
• Plastic caps leave indents on my chin
• Quick catch up
• Life has been good
• I’m back!