Oh, you want a title? I'll give you a title. ... Nope, not happening.

I'm tired but my body is playing this fun trick on me where I sleep for three hours, wake up for two hours, then sleep for another two hours. It's so much fun; you should all try it! So instead of feeling like I got a night of sleep, I just feel like I took a nap. It's amazing.

We've had Punk since last Friday. It's been nice. She has to go home today and it's going to feel weird to not have her here. It's the first time we've had her for more than four days. Hopefully not the last, but we'll see.

I'm addicted to edamame. And I don't care who knows it. And I have no desire to change. They sell these boxes of cute little single-serving packs that steam themselves in the microwave. I don't know if anything better has ever been invented.

Spell check just made me try to change edamame to dammed. That is just plain rude. They are not dammed, they are soy beans. Get it straight.

Life tends to run in circles, and for 180º things go well and I am happy, and then for the other 180º I feel like the world is trying to kick me in the junk. If I had junk. Why is that?

My birthday party mini swirls are all gone. It's a tragic day.

I am ready for something new, I think. My life has become a bit monotonous and it's dragging me down into the outer darkness. I don't know what needs to change. I just know something needs to.