I get too much spam e-mail. Seriously. Every day it's there, clogging up my junk mail folder. Today I got one with the subject line: "You'll break walls with your boner."
And actually, they spelled "break" wrong. It read "brake." So now my boner is braking walls. I don't even know what that means, but it said "boner."
Oh, it's the little things in life...
I haven't run in a couple days. Mostly because the temperature is in the double digits. Double digits BELOW zero. WTF. If I had any sort of willpower, I'd ride my bike on the trainer. But, instead, my willpower wants to sit on the couch and watch an entire season of "Grey's Anatomy" in one sitting.
It is certainly that time of year.
Don't want to run. Don't want to shower. Don't want to eat anything but pizza and pints of ice cream. And don't want to get out from under the blankets. IT'S TOO COLD. This is hibernation season. I want to hibernate. I would be perfectly content hibernating until about mid- to late-May.
I mean, maybe Rob could visit, and bring the cats, and perhaps mom and dad could pop over for some home-cooked meals, but I think hibernation is totally appropriate.
Speaking of mom and dad, it's almost Christmas! That is probably the best way to snap me out of hibernation. I love Christmas, in a completely can't-sleep-the-night-before, sink-into-a-cloud-of-despair-when-it's-over kind of way.
It's so happy! And there's food! And mom! And dad! And sister! (And presents! But sshhh, I am above that).
I am so ready.
Until then I shall be hibernating.