Keeping up, that is. Okay, so seriously, between work, a husband, a dog that doesn’t stop barking, the need to eat, the gym that I never actually make it to, and more work. I've got a stack of magazine 3 months back, untouched. Ahhhhhhh. Where is all the time for the fun stuff?

I’ve come to the realization that all I do is work, and the rest of the time I’m just tired from working.

Man, oh man, I need a vacation. A drink. A massage. Or maybe just the ability to sleep for more that 5 hours. Oh yes, sleeeeeppppp.....