84f for the past couple of days, which means I've retreated into the closet under the stairs. The perfect place to blog, let me tell you.
It's been a bumpy couple of weeks, what with all the storms and Mercury-fricken-Retrograde I've been hiding.
I think I have brain-pixies. They're like sock-fairies. On crack.
'The evolution of exercise: craze > drudgery > abject hatred
If I start dressing up my cats that you will put a hit out on me. Promise?