In which I say nothing at all.

I don't really have anything pertinent to say, but dammit, if I'm not feeling like a chatty cathy right now. Grey's Anatomy starts tonight. GREY'S ANATOMY. Do you know how long it's been since I've seen a new episode? Yeah, I don't either. But I can guarantee it was in another life. Literally. I don't even know them anymore. Who's Izzie? George? What?

Ohhhh, I'm so excited.

I never found my damn books, either. It is causing my to pluck out strands of hair and talk to myself on a regular basis. WHERE ARE THEY? Seriously. I don't know that I'll ever have peace of mind until I discover their whereabouts. Sure, I can replace them, but that doesn't make me feel any better about the fact that I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY ARE. I feel itchy.

I've become a frequent patron of a local coffee shop, and this morning I received my tenth punch on my punch card, which means my next coffee is free. FREE. In a world of $4 gallons of gas and $4 lattes, a free cup of coffee is golden. Cashing that in will likely be the highlight of tomorrow.

I'm spending the weekend dog-sitting for Erin and Chief of Stuff. Newt and Leonard are a couple of Viszlas, who are bound to keep me entertained. I can't WAIT. Erin assured me their freezer is stocked with pizza, the fridge is stocked with Gatorade and the wine rack is stocked with... wine. So clearly I am set. If you'd like an invitation to the kegger I'm hosting at their house on Saturday, email me.

(JUST KIDDING, sillies!)

Speaking of Saturday, I signed up for the Crazylegs Classic, an 8K in Madison. It's kind of a big deal, I hear. And the finish line is inside Camp Randall, where fruit, water and beer awaits. I don't like beer, but I like it when it's FREE.

True beer story: At the My Chemical Romance show on Friday, I accompanied BethJ to the beer line, where she promptly purchased three beers. One for her, one for me, one for Chicago Dave. Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for us, beer man accidentally gave us the wrong size cup. Too small. (That's what she said).

To make up for his error, and probably because he had a couple of hot blondes buying beer from him who were A) over the age of 14, B) not in skinny jeans, and C) not wearing spiked collars, he gave us a complimentary beer.

Because we did not want to share said beer with said third party member (sorry, Chicago Dave!!1!), we slammed that shit in about 37 seconds. It swiftly returned me to my beer bonging days (which lasted all of about, oh, two days). And also reminded me why I no longer partake in beer bonging. But hey, FREE BEER.

I know, good story.

In other news, I ran 10 miles last night, five of which included my fuel belt. Man, did that suck. I had four of the water bottles filled, and I'm pretty sure it added about seven pounds to my waist. I've used that thing before without problem, but running with it on last night was hell. That extra weight took a toll. I took it off for the last five miles, and felt like a new woman. And by "new" I mean "lighter."

I'll end this post with a scary bedtime story:

As I was about to pull into the driveway last night after dark, I noticed a pair of eyes darting across the road. Assuming it was a deer, I had a small heart attack. DEER = SCARY. But, oh no. It was worse. Because it was not a deer. It was big. And mangy. And I'd like to say it was a dog, but I'm pretty positive it was a wolfman, I swear-to-god.

It looked RIGHT AT ME. All I saw was black. And gray. And eyes. And it was HUGE. And it was LEAVING MY YARD.

Please note several things: I live in the country, on huge, vast, empty land. My driveway is LONG. I am afraid of the dark. And wolfmen are TERRIFYING.

I don't recall a time that I drove up the driveway so fast. Had I not had a garage to pull into, I swear on my life I would've just curled into the fetal position and cried myself to sleep in my car because NOTHING would have made me go outside.

I did not get out of my car in the garage until the garage door was shut tight behind me. And the whole time the door was closing, I watched in my rearview mirrors to make sure wolfman didn't follow me up the driveway and into the garage.

I'm not kidding. I was scared as shit. I'm a little irrational.

Once I got in the house, I ran all over to close the blinds. Dammit there are a lot of windows. WHAT IF IT WAS WATCHING ME? I was completely on edge and panicky. Remember how I said I was irrational?

I still don't know what it was, but it'll be a cold day in HELL before I go outside after dark anymore.

You're welcome. Good day, readers.