I'm just not feeling it today.
Pudd'n pulled the 2:30 am wake up call. I know it's the damn full moon. I used to like them until I had my son. The moon definitly fucks with my kid's sleep pattern.
I tried doing some yoga this morning and I couldn't even get past the warm up. It didn't help that Pudd'n kept coming in the living room with goat puppy in tow like the small tornado that they are.
I stopped my yoga and here I sit on my ever expanding ass. And of course, since I stopped, Pudd'n has stopped coming in the living room. I haven't had any diet coke in almost 2 weeks now. This is good for me. I just wish I could show something for it. I've had a few diet drinks with splenda in it, but according to Babs, it's just as bad as asperteme. Oh well.
Fuck, I can't even keep a train of thought. I think I'll just go take a shower.