I just realized my previous entry is about to disappear off my page, leaving nothing but blank space on my blog. That would accurately describe what’s going on in my brain right now…a whole lot of nothing. You would think Whoorlito’s arrival in a month would send my brain into a flurry of activity. Alas, not so much. I am so listless. So very bored and annoyed, but not wanting to take any steps to ratify the situation. Isn’t that the worst?
It’s the heat. All I want to think about is the heat. And it’s not even that hot for shit’s sake. How can it be 79 degrees outside, but 81 degrees in my house? How can my body produce this much sweat while living with a permanant ocean breeze? Why do all my pants stick to my sweaty legs while sitting in silence in front of a fan? Is Whoorlito residing in a perma-sauna?
People weren’t joking about the whole pregnancy-sucking-during-the-summer thing.
My sweet, sweet husband approached me about twenty minutes ago suggesting we go on a walk. He definitely senses my overall “blahness” and pulled himself away from his mound of work to help improve the mood. We started walking around the neighborhood, and within 5 minutes the sweat was beading up on my lip and the sun was scorching my eyes. I made him turn around and walk me home. Since when can I not enjoy a simple evening walk* with my husband?
It makes me sad.
And to top things off, I’m getting a canker sore at the verrrrry back of my tongue which feels like a sore throat. Son of a bitch.
Who wants be my friend? I’m just a ball of gaeity!
Thank Sweet Jebus So You Think You Can Dance is on tonight. Benji sure can shake that ass.
*Just in case my completely riveting writing has peaked your curiosity, we are going to try the walk thing again tonight when the sun starts to set. ALL HOPE IS NOT LOST, PEOPLE!