I will cut you…with my unicorn
When last I left you, we were collectively basking in the radiance of my awesomeness. Since there’s only so long I can milk my brief but shining stardom, I thought it might be time to come up with some new content.
Soooo – what’s been going on these last two weeks? Fuck if I remember. It’s been a whirl of press junkets and fending off the crazed and drunken groupies who came out of the woodwork when I published my essay on…post-partum depression.
Hmmm…that’s not even remotely plausible, is it?
I’ve been continuing my triathlon training, although the last seven days sucked. My legs felt like they were skin sacks filled with lead pudding. It wasn’t pretty.
I’ve been drinking wine outside (last weekend, when it was so nice) and reminding myself that I was awesome (last week, when it wasn’t nice and I was über stressed). I threatened to stab a lot of people with my unicorn. I’m not sure if that actually alarmed anyone. (It should’ve.)
Yeah – I have a LOT of jpgs for unicorn stabbings. Maybe someone should be alarmed.
I made a hyoooge decision last week that I’m not ready to talk about yet. Give me a couple of weeks, and then you call all be enraptured by the anti-climacticism of that decision which will not be interesting to anyone. At all. Ever.
I’ve been taking a ballet class (my fifth class is tomorrow night). My tri coach is deeply skeptical of the wisdom of doing this (and then not telling her about it) during my half-iron(wo)man training. BUT BUT BUT there’s wine after the dancing, so it’s practically active recovery. Except for the part where my hips and knees hurt after and I can’t drag my ass out of bed on Wednesday mornings to run. (Hmmm…maybe the coach knows of which she speaks.)
Ballet bonus – it’s on my life list (#44), and now I can cross that off, even if I have to drop out half way through.
The project I’m working on with my PSM is slowly sapping my will to live read. For the first time in my entire life I find myself procrastinating reading instead of procrastinating BY reading.
I’ve pretty much gone from this:
This is how I USED to feel about books
To this:
ARGHHH! My eyes! Why was that scene in there?
To this:
Again? Really?
To this:
And that should pretty much bring you up to date on my life, through the magic of amusing pictures I’ve found on the internet.
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