i can't sleep, my belly hurts and my mind is haunted by thoughts of a certain guy (we'll just call him gefilte fisch) in his khakis (homina).

not that any of this is terribly important...i just don't want anyone to bitch that i don't blog. besides, if i don't blog, then i can't bitch at *other* people who don't blog.

i'm on a diet and have lost 3 pounds in 4 days. the shakes are about to make me barf. i'm supposed to have energy (barb does) but i don't know where mine went. i think i'm going into preservative withdrawal a la bill mcneil. it's weird to not be hungry yet feel empty at the same time.

i *have* to join a hockey league. i have never been into sports and this desire to play has caught me completely off guard. wanna play, gotta play, wanna play!

of course, i really should learn to skate first...

a bad case of verbal diarrhea from Cheryl 23:41