Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun.

I just finished washing the dogs, which mean the house is flooded and the every inch is covered in fur. Smelly fur. Fun.

I just pigged out on homemade nachos and cereal. Now I’m fat. Fun.

I just watched ANTM, and my two favorite girls came in one and two this week. Fun. Really fun.

I spent half an hour in the sauna with an old man at the gym who talked too loudly and was convinced the government is trying to take control over everything (which I happen to agree), but his rational was stating the shows such as Survivor—the government is promoting a tribal like mentality and is attempting to prepare America by propagating such reality television (don’t stone me—even I couldn’t make this up). Fun.

I have been and continue attempting to deal with the realization that he isn’t texting or emailing because he is trying to make things easier or being kind, but because he simply doesn’t have the desire to talk to or hear from me. Fun.

I fell asleep in tears last night and am worried tonight will be the same. Fun.

I get to go to work with no kids tomorrow. Fun.

I will get to go to see Zombieland with my brother and then spend time with his son this weekend. Beyond fun.

I continue to be driven by my fingers to vomit endlessly into cyberspace in attempts to put pieces together, stay sane, and force some amount of significance into these chapters of my journey. (See Title)