Hello.

I am not dead, nor have I taken up alcoholism.

I love spinach. I'm still training for my marathon. I work a lot. I love summer. Yesterday I went to a baseball game.

...

That's about it.

I am moderately intoxicated.

Tonight I went to a scandalous party whereupon I won a vibrator and later went to the bar and yelled out the car window to my spin class instructor. My roommate rolled up the window on my hand and I ate delicious food from Pita Pit.

That is all.
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Shawna says hello. No she does not. I must get up and run in 5 hours. Oops! Shawna says her belly is itchy.

Things I think about when I cannot sleep

1. Is it possible to consume enough caffeine that it starts to have the opposite effect than is intended?

2. Why do I read books like "He's Just Not That Into You" and think that they make complete sense, but then do the exact opposite of what they say to do? Is it because I'm clinically insane?

3. Do armadillos have tails?

4. Why did I decide to wake up and run 8 miles at ridiculous o'clock on a Monday? Aren't Mondays meant for slacking off?

Check out my sweet new ride...

It's kind of difficult looking this awesome... I plan to bike all over town, so that people can be jealous of me.

In other news, I spent the weekend on the coast at my grandparent's house, where my grandmother used the words F***, balls, and condoms all in a ten minute period. My grandfather also drove by me when I went for a run on the beach this morning with a beer in his hand at 9 a.m. It was a fun weekend, in other words.