I don't know what to write about. I'm working at my new job, I've started going to hot yoga again, I'm fatter than I've ever been, I still hate the Black Eyed Peas. It's been a year since we went to Australia. I do this to myself. I mourn vacations. It's stupid and I hate it but I get depressed when August ends and I remember when we left for Europe on September first and the years start to pile up and make me feel old and annoying.
So maybe the well constructed posts aren't coming. Sorry. I think I might take a break. Or maybe not. I'm tired of stressing out that I haven't blogged. Check back in. Hopefully I'll have something better to tell you later.