Ah, poignancy.

I was all set to whine about having a cold on my birthday (that's today, I'm 25, yay me), but then I realized there are worse things you can have on your birthday. So here's a toast to the common cold: Long may you clog our noses and rasp our throats, for in that minor inconvenience lies the proof that we're still kickin'. Salud.

I don't want to go on the cart! I feel happy ...

Just a quick post to let you know that no, I'm not dead. It's just an irregularly scheduled outage. Real writing to come soon.

Just don't pin me down on how soon. :-)

Wow, that was ... kinda boring, but in a good way

Three statements with perfectly innocent explanations that make my Labor Day weekend sound more exciting than it actually was:

- Never underestimate the power of a new haircut.

- Sun-dried tomatoes are really, really expensive.

- Tetanus shots hurt like a mother the next day.

Okay, so that last one sounds exciting. The others, maybe not so much. Long story short: I was helping my parents clean out their shed and I scraped my arm on a janky old saw. Barely broke the skin, but I'm not taking chances. There. My boring weekend. Woo!