That word does not mean what you think it means.
I would never write about that here, my sister reads this sometimes!!!
Perv.
(Twitter, on the other hand, is a different story.)
January has been a slacker month for my writing. I was diseased for the first part of it and then my uterus tried to kill me. I don’t why I thought upping my exercise this week while I am the PMS bitch monster from hell is a good idea. It probably isn’t but I decided to do it anyway. Give me food and sleep and we might all survive.
SWEET MOTHER SAVE ME!!!!
I don’t know where this dog is going, but he sure as hell is in a hurry.
My theory is that I am unaccustomed to be a woman of action. Before recently, I was a woman of thought, procrastination, and slow movement towards nonsensical goals. I would take a few steps, ponder a bit, take a few more steps, ponder some more, then change direction completely. Now I assess the situation and move forward like a damn rock star. I think my body is unaccustomed to this new crazy level of pure awesome and it thinks I need to take a nap and ponder some more.
Or, I have just increased my activity level by something crazy and I in a time of natural fatigue.
(I refuse to believe that it doesn’t have something to do with my body adjusting to all of the awesome.)
Yeah, that is about the it of it. Can I take a nap yet?
Geeks a Geeking