martinimade

Having one of those days where it is really difficult to concentrate on much of anything. Which sucks, because I have lots of anything to get through this week and need as much of my brain as possible. Feh.

Not sure why this is happening. Could be the fact that the wee people in the house require us to get up with them six or seven times per night for no discernable reason, other than to assure said wee people that the big people haven't packed up and moved to Guam under cover of darkness. Tho we have been tempted.

I also have boatload of stuff causing boatloads of anxiety. But it's all that kind of free-floating (book. soon. exposure. scary.) anxiety, rather than something specific (clowns in public). I've given it all too much space in my head, I suspect. Still. Here we are.

I mostly think it's the lack of sleep, tho.

I could do with a trip to this particular thingy in Maine. Who is with me?

I could also do with a donut and cup o' joe. And my man Seth Stevenson explains why DD will always kick the heiner of KK.

Phil Keoghan's blog (if you don't know who he is simply when you see the name, you probably aren't a big enough fan of The Amazing Race to a) hang with me because this is how I roll, homie or (more importantly) b) care about his blog) is amusing and so much of a distraction right now that I've had to close the window and pretend that it doesn't exist, lest its shininess distract me. Ooooh. Pretty.

No word on when Browsie will get his own blog, however.

Now -- work.