I'm going to be straight up with you because I am a straight shooter who shoots from the hip: my heart is not into blogging this week. I know, you're shocked because it always looks like I'm giving 123% day in and day out, but believe me, this week, I've decided to coast. Why? Well, because The Heiress is away all week and I just had a three-day weekend, which included a road trip to Track Town USA where I pretended Kara Goucher and Lolo Jones were psyched I was there, cheering them on. Anyway. I'm exhausted. I sat in a swanky hoity-toity private elite corporate-sponsored "suite" where I tried to fit in but instead drank all the free pints of Drop Top Ale we could and ate all kinds of cookies and pie and chicken and steak. I'm sure you understand. I understand. I haven't had a vacation in nearly three weeks. How messed up is that? Seems slightly unjust. Three weeks! These last few days -- Monday and then this morning -- have been especially grueling. Yes, I know last weekend was a long weekend, but part of that was in Eugene. And, sure, Jesse Helms died and that was an added bonus, but that's not enough. I need more of a break.
Blogging is very hard. Blogging is blogging and the job is a nightmare no matter how nice the weather is, or how burning my yearning is to Go for the Gold.
