On iTunes: Newborn by Muse
Heart Status: Did grrr not cover it?
I really wish I kick boxed. I would beat the zippitty doo dah out of a punching bag if I had one. Or I wish I was a runner. If I was, I would run - really, really fast. I'm not a runner for four reasons; two of them are knees. You can guess the other two. My ususal dance break isn't going to cut it right now unless I do some serious head banging, and I don't want to jar anything loose. I might need it when my hope returns and I get back to business.
I'm really mad at my rough draft. I'm really mad at my husband for continuing to interrupt me because he thinks it's funny. (Guess what? The Spider Monkey learned a new word tonight. It starts with "a" and ends with "hole.") I'm really mad because I'm not a prolific genius with a posse that includes a witty sidekick critique partner and a hot male cheerleader.
And I'm really mad they cancelled "In Living Color" before I got to try out to be a Fly Girl.