I had a plan. Or at least I think I had a plan. Or maybe it was a dream. Maybe I dreamed I had a plan. Anyway you look at it, at one point in my life I had a topic I very much wanted to write about here this week. I no longer remember aforementioned topic. I'm not very forgetful and have a tendency to write down almost anything that comes to me. I am a list maker. I once even made a list of my lists when I trying to plan my wedding. Sure, you may have made lists, but did you make lists of lists? I didn't think so. So, I can only blame this complete mental blank on my brain being completely fried.
Demon Baby still isn't sleeping through the night. She had been waking up at least 4 times a night up until last night, when she only woke up once. Between sleeping 4 hours a night in 20 minute increments, dieting and therefore thinking about all the food I want and can't have, and going to the gym which people claim gives them energy, but seems to totally drain me, I'm a little bit less than my best at the moment. So the only think I can seem to focus on is Twitter.
As you may have noticed from my last post, I'm on
Twitter now. I can stalk my favorite celebrities and my favorite bloggers all in one place, in real time. It's catnip to the voyeur in me. I can also say whatever's on my mind at any moment to the tens of people who follow me. That's a little something for the exhibitionist in me. To be honest, I wasn't going to join. I didn't think I needed yet another place on the computer to waste the time that I should be using to take care of the kids or clean the house. Turns out, it's bizarrely addicting.
Demon Baby still isn't sleeping through the night. She had been waking up at least 4 times a night up until last night, when she only woke up once. Between sleeping 4 hours a night in 20 minute increments, dieting and therefore thinking about all the food I want and can't have, and going to the gym which people claim gives them energy, but seems to totally drain me, I'm a little bit less than my best at the moment. So the only think I can seem to focus on is Twitter.
As you may have noticed from my last post, I'm on Twitter now. I can stalk my favorite celebrities and my favorite bloggers all in one place, in real time. It's catnip to the voyeur in me. I can also say whatever's on my mind at any moment to the tens of people who follow me. That's a little something for the exhibitionist in me. To be honest, I wasn't going to join. I didn't think I needed yet another place on the computer to waste the time that I should be using to take care of the kids or clean the house. Turns out, it's bizarrely addicting.