I'm writing to appease my one fan. Ich liebe dich Jessimica. So yesterday I began a "getting healthy and in shape and rid of my stomach 'insulation' " binge. Went for a run and did crunches until I wanted to cry. Then today I sweated to death on the bike and did more crunches until I wanted to cry. And then I ate a whole bag of chips and coke. I think that pretty much nulled all the near-crying. Damn it! Maybe tomorrow I'll get back on the wagon.

The Teitur CD is still being played obsessively throughout my house. I'm this guys number one fan. Let us see. What else is new. Still have my crazy nightmares/inability to sleep. I think it's going around. This morning I woke up with the feeling I had when I went in to play my grade eight piano exam knowing I was fully unprepared. It's pretty much been the most stressful I ever have been in my life. I was sure my stomach had a huge rock in it. Maybe I was dreaming about it?

So the big 22 in a week. I feel like just yesterday I wrote down in this here blog that I was excited about turning 21. I can feel myself writing about it. And how Casey's gives you a free meal on your birthday. Holy crap life goes by fast. Maybe I'll have to skip class to go get that free meal.

I was reading someone's blog that I have been attached to for a few years now. And she's ending it. Saying she wants to stop writing before all her posts become about tuna-fish sandwiches and the weather. It's sad. She wrote wonderfully.

Maybe I should stop writing this post before it becomes about peanut butter and banana sandwiches and the humidity.

* song of the moment : Teitur - Shade of a Shadow *