miss me?

You might think that since I have not blogged in an ENTIRE WEEK, I might have been out of town. Or dead in a ditch. Or my fingers fell off. But NO! I am just incredibly slack. Really, I don't know where the time went. It was Labour Day weekend. Basically it went like this:

• Friday: blotto
• Saturday: recovered from Friday's blotto
• Sunday: blotto
• Monday: recovered from Sunday's blotto

As you can see, it was an exciting time. I know you wish you were me. That's natural. The only thing that really pleased me about the long weekend is that NOT ONCE was I tempted to have a cigarette. That was a big deal to me, to be in bars and around smokers, and not feel the urge. Today makes Day 8. I feel pretty confident about this.

In two days, TWO DAYS, I leave for Africa. Actually, I leave for Paris. But then Africa. I am starting to feel the buzz of excitement growing in my belly. I'm discouraging its growth, because once it takes over, work is out the window. I only have today and tomorrow to go. THEN AFRICA. ooh, I'm going to have to change subjects, my legs are starting to wiggle.

I got up this morning at 5:30am. I don't enjoy doing this. The first thing that I noticed was that NPR was playing some crazy shit at 5:30am. It was like the DJ had his 9-year old son practicing the trumpet on air with two sick dogs in the background howling. I listened to it for about 3.72 seconds before slapping it off. It is so dark at 5:30am. I turned on the TV and was BLINDED by the light it produced. It seriously hurt. Despite this literally rude awakening, I was dressed and decent and out of the house by 6:04am. Made two stops on the way, the first at Starbucks to buy a cup of coffee the size of my head, and then to Chik-fil-a to get eggs and sausage for my brek. Coffee: good idea (albeit a little jittery). Eggs and sausage: bad idea (sitting like a stone in my tum).

ok, off to a mtng.