46 hours

I'm not sure if there are people in the world who actually enjoy waking up at four in the morning, but I'm certainly not one of them. However, if that's what it takes to catch a train for a weekend vacation in NYC, sign me up!

New York City... what a place. Before I begin I would like you to know that I was planning to take lots of pictures while I was there, buuuut that didn't actually happen. The photo above is one of four pictures I took. All of the same subject. And it's not even that good of a picture. Sigh, it's an unfortunate truth, I know... I have no good excuse. Let's all hope that someday I will learn from my mistakes.

little pieces of sand

I said it was coming, so here it is. I promise, I deliver. Even if it is almost two weeks later.

This summer has been one of spiritual... dryness. Like a dessert. Well, maybe not quite a dessert. How about this: it has been like sand on a beach. There I am, a little piece of sand. Very tiny, seemingly insignificant, and surrounded by ten billion other little pieces of sand. We're all roasting on the beach, getting stepped on, tossed around, stabbed by shovels, and goodness knows what else. It's not so great being a little piece of sand on the beach. Sometimes you get so irked by all the annoying things people are doing to you, you heat up and might actually hurt people who want to spend time with you. Not good.

tit for tat

Deciding to go sans television for a week has left me with a lot of time on my hands. A lot of time to do other things.... like Facebook! Uhhh... yeah.

Honestly though, I decided I was definitely spending too much time in front of the tube. Potatoes be warned: having Netflix Instant Watch set and ready to go on your tv is like setting yourself up to be destroyed by a black vortex of electronic, brain-melting doom. Too many episodes of too many tv shows, right at your remote-grabbing fingertips. So, the way I figured it: less tv, more productivity.

twinkle toes

Who? Me? I have a blog? What? Waaaait a second...

Sorry about the delay, friends. I wish I could say I've been busier than a bumblebee or something else as important-sounding as that, but the fact of the matter is I'm just not very good at keeping up with things like this. Same goes for my journal, which hasn't been updated in, oh, six months... uh, yeah. Moving on.

Please excuse the close-up of my scary, little, stubby toes.