1. Wrote several barely coherent e-mails. (Best lines: “I can’t tell youhow amazing it is to sit and watch words dance. I should start a Ballet company.”)
  2. Got on the webcam and danced to “Womanizer” for a friend.
  3. Filled out a survey on myspace in which I described my dancing as gross.
  4. Described my mental state on IM to a friend as “like everything is made of cotton but i can[t push thru it to do soemthi norml thingsl" and that "i feel like i have a hat on my head]\.”
  5. Added Patti Smith to my friends list on myspace.
  6. Looked at my own myspace photos repeatedly, which I guess is equivalent to staring in the mirror while stoned going, “I have eyes! There are two!”
  7. Twittered and changed my facebook status to reflect my lack of cognitive ability.

I discovered most of this this morning when I signed into my e-mail and saw replies to e-mails that I had sent but do not remember. Every time I sign into a website, I find some various little tidbit I left in my Ambien stupor.

I’m so glad my stupidity has been documented for all to enjoy.

My friend, Sammi, very graciously offered to host my domain until I can pay for hosting (before 2020, I hope!), and I have been working not-so-diligently on a new layout for this thing for the past couple months. And you know what? I realized I frickin’ hate PHP. So the layout isn’t finished, but I keep thinking of things I want to blog about (which, unfortunately, I can’t remember at all now), so I stuck up this temporary layout until I can finish the new layout. Plus, I’m supposed to help redesign Inspired Bride (!), and that’s kind of more important since Maddy gets more than like 5 hits a day.

There have been some major life changes for me over the past few months. I graduated from college, got an amazing job at the best school in the city teaching 2nd grade, went on a cruise and met the man of my dreams, had an elaborate wedding in Italy, won the lottery, was discovered by a modeling company, decided to try my hand at acting, am starring in a movie with Seth Rogan, and yet still have time to visit my castle in Ireland, teach, and fix my husband breakfast in bed every day after I service his penis.

Except, you know, none of those things.

Hopefully I’ll think of something to write about… before 2020!