Currently watching “Baby Mama.”  It’s cracking me up.  I want another baby.  That doesn’t crack me up.  Is it weird to identify with infertile people when, for all I know I am fertile, but with absolutely no chance of getting pregnant short of immaculate conception?  Yes.  That’s probably weird.  Also, adoption is cool.  I’m too poor.  Maybe some day.

Running is going well.  I successfully completed 12 miles without blisters or chafing thanks to disgustingly copious amounts of vaseline.  It is so gross, but better than walking like a cowboy.  I am supposed to do 13 this week.  But I’m not sure I’m up to the absolute exhaustion that will result.  Because I canNOT afford to be exhausted this week.  Exhausted-er.  I’m already exhausted.  But I have too much to do that I already can’t seem to get done.  Running makes me so tired.  Seriously after my 12-miler (it’s weird to say that), I slept for like 3 hours and ate and didn’t get off the couch until dinner.  Which was Pizza Hut because I couldn’t even fathom standing on my poor mistreated feet long enough to cook.  Something tells me that I’m not going to be able to run a marathon in 5 weeks.  And if I should somehow perform the miracle of completing the miles, I will be worthless for at least a week after.  I might not even move for a week after that.  That’s pretty much the definition of worthless.

Missouri should be nice this time of year.

School is going well too.  Speech therapy is winging along.  Apparently she can tell that I’m working with him, which is good, since I’ve been forgetting.  But it doesn’t seem to have negatively affected him.  Phew.

I want to go windsurfing.  Or sailing.  I’m too poor for that too.

I really shouldn’t have more than 1 Dr Pepper a day.