I'm not sure what to blame for the perpetual funk I've been in for entirely too many days. Too, too many. For the sake of solidarity, or something, maybe I'll just blame Wisconsin's governor. Seems reasonable. He seems to be at fault for everything else wrong everywhere on earth. Done.

I can't even put my finger on my problem. I suppose if I could, I'd flick it. Hard. SHOO, PROBLEM! SHOO! But I don't know what it is. It feels like sadness, maybe. But why? WHY. The only thing I have to be sad about right now is that I spent all day Saturday in a bikini. One would assume, Hey! RUNNER! Woooooo. I run absurd amounts of miles! GIMME THAT BIKINI. But no. No, that assumption would be wrong. I just want to hide out in sweatpants for the remainder of ever.

But that is neither here nor there.

I'm just: blah. Small letters. blah. Something is missing. Not that I know what that is. Since we last spoke, dear bloggy friends, I DID get a "new" car. A Kia, don't worry. It's still seven years old, but it's new to me. I named her Bug. Seemed appropriate. She's little and cute and stuff and things. Also her brakes work, which was not the case for her predecessor, my beloved Cavalier. But, such is life. However I don't think it's my Cavalier I'm missing.

So, internet, if any of you know what, exactly, is missing, please feel free to return it. I also accept hugs and kisses. Also ice cream and Brewers tickets.