I don’t want to write! Why did I extend this anyway? (The answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything is 42. That’s about the only thing I know about Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and I only know this because I was friends with a lot of nerds in middle school. Well, I’m still friends with nerds (some of the same ones!) but this was possibly at the peak of their nerdiness. They all played Magic the Gathering, and I would go to their Magic touraments, because a couple of the guys had a crush on me. The ones that didn’t probably just found me really, really annoying, and in retrospect, I don’t know how they didn’t punch me in the face.

I couldn’t sleep last night. At 27, I am still on the “school year” calendar, and thus my brain thinks it can stay up late for no reason during the summer. I remember this happening last year; I was pretty useless come late August.

The thing about forcing yourself to write every day, is that there are some days (like today) where you leave the WordPress window open for hours, hoping that something articulate and semi-interesting will come together, and writing and erasing paragraphs because they’re just too god damn boring.

(Brent would describe many of the tales I tell as “cool stories.” This is not a compliment.)

So now it’s 5:30, and all I’ve really done today is make a half-hearted attempt at the gym and sent a couple emails. Oh, and watched 90210. The original 90210, not the remake. It was from late in the shows run, after Brandon has already permanently departed to points East and Dylan (the prodigal Dylan McKay!) has returned, and almost immediately, he starts doing coke again, and almost accidentally kills Tori Spelling. It’s pretty awesome.

Also, I am addicted to reading Above the Law. It is pure trashy goodness and I wish they had an equivalent for grad school.

Does this count as a blog post? I sure hope so.