The problem with taking a break… for me anyway… is the starting back up process. That’s how I ended up quitting scuba diving, sky diving, swing dancing, golfing & cooking. I start out fired up & with the best of intentions… only to tire of whatever it is later on & tell myself “I’ll just take a little break…”. It’s the kiss of death.

That’s why I’m forcing myself to blog today. Because if I don’t soon, I probably won’t for months & months and then it won’t seem worth it to pick it back up again further down the road. Oh, this is also why I’ve lost touch with most of my friends… I’m lousy when it comes to the follow through.

Anyway, enough about that. Week two of kindergarten for Syd is almost over. And while the teachers tried to make me their bitch again, I managed to worm my way out and instead have spent the week in some sort of narcoleptic stupor. Maybe it’s the colder weather… maybe it’s having the flat to myself for the first time ever… I don’t know, but I get home and just crash. Which doesn’t make for interesting blogging unless you like reading about drool puddles & dreams of being on the amazing race scaling rock formations in Bangladesh in the nude (don’t ask).