I promised myself that tonight or tomorrow or one of these days in the very near future, I would write A Real Post. I don’t exactly know what that requires, but I figure it probably entails stringing a sizable number of words together. And that, I have not been able to do lately. You see, I’ve been very busy and very tired and very cranky. Oh, and I haven’t fed my fish today. Hold on a sec. Alright. Anyway. Yesterday, I thought about writing A Real Post, but I spent my evening cursing the universe instead. It’s just this flood of anxiety that comes, say, every 23rd day of my lady calendar and, yeah, it’s torture. I pouted and cried and wondered WHY, WHY, WHY CAN’T I JUST BE HAPPY? and then, almost suddenly, the earth rotated and a new morning arrived and today I feel fine and dandi-lee-doo. I had an acupuncture treatment (for work), got some new happy clothes and ate Matt’s mom’s chicken stew. Life is not so bad, ya know? So I’ve been thinking I should maybe keep a menstrual cycle diary — you know, kind of like Charlotte’s VJ journal. I can write about my feelings each day of the month and then track them with charts and graphs and stuff. Wouldn’t that be fun? Or maybe I can even start a BLOG. Boys, you know you’d bookmark that shit. I just think something like this is important for me so that the next time I feel like quitting just about everything in life, I can glance at my chart for proof that it’ll all be better soon. And then I can down a glass of merlot and wait patiently for that new day to come.

I totally forgot what I originally meant to write about. Oh well. Here’s something awesome (or, at least, mildly amusing). Get out your glasses.

I’m going to try to post more non-lame stuff from now on. It’s one of my many New Year’s Resolutions. Please keep me accountable.