I wish I had something entertaining to say. Something thought provoking or even slightly titillating.
I've got nada.
I burned my face with 5-year-old expired zit cream the other day. Like my whole face. This is all the excitment I've got going on in my life. Barrels of total excitement. I'm making up shit to do to entertain myself.
I'm not running a marathon. I'm not making a baby. I'm not purchasing fabulous shit. It seems everyone I know are doing these fabulous things.
Me? I have nothing to brag about and I have nothing to share about my fabulous self.
Well, I AM up to level 60 on Candy Crush Saga. I HAVE finished two events in Calligraphy and I PURGED my closet of all of my work suits. I now house 324 t-shirts. Most of them are white.
Face it. You are so jealous of me.
I think, no, I KNOW I am depressed. I don't want to go back on my medication because it only makes me fatter. I lost 22lbs since getting off the mood pills. Though, you can't tell I've lost one pound.
I need an adventure. I need some excitement. Let me rephrase that last statement, I need some positive excitement.
I would like to do something off the wall and unexpected but "Somewhere around 25, bizarre become immature."
Come to think of it, I'm too lazy to do anything more than take a nap. Except my kids are home from school because of an ice/snow day. I don't want them to think I'm as lazy as I really am.
Maybe I can talk them into taking a nap with me. If they do it with me, they can't judge me, right?