While waiting for the imminent chiro appointment that this prolonged mystery in my back has spawned, I haven't had anything to do. I haven't had anything great to say because I haven't been anywhere or done anything worthy of noting.
I could sit and ponder on some kind of topic that I could attempt to turn into an entry sort-of relevant to the mission statement of this blog, but that just hasn't felt right. It felt like a better idea to let the days build up between entries to try and scrape a little more material out of them.
Guess what? That idea produced limited, if any, extra writing material. I stared at my feet a lot. I made my bed approximately 80 times. I haven't seen another human being's face in dayyyyyssss. I might as well buy a volleyball and give it a face and name.
If you really want an update, all I have to report is that I've been doing exactly the same thing I've been doing the past two entries. I did finish "Twin Peaks," which could be some kind of not-so-important gonna, and now have moved on to movies! Books! More TV! TINA FEY HOSTING "SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE!"
Today, however, I will legitimately make it out of the house and get back on track with all my gonnas, thanks to a dinner invite from mi padre. I'm gonna do it, even if it hurts. (It'll probably hurt.)
Speaking of pain, remember... your mom went through a (most likely) awfully painful labor to get you here. It was truthfully, probably the worst thing she ever experienced. Thank her with flowers and love today, you know, for not bailing out midway through.
If you want to give me some gonnas to do, email me at:
