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
In another moment of mindlessness, I poured coffee granules on my breakfast. I could make that a think actually - like Cocoa Pops. Coffee Pops.
If I start dressing up my cats that you will put a hit out on me. Promise?