What's 365 minus January 27th?

I quit.









O.k., I'm not quitting. But, I'm feeling so uninspired. After watching My Fair Brady, Maybe Baby? and Bret Michael's Rock of Love II, I'm blinded. My eyes can't see. I've already expressed my concern for the writer's strike...Thank goodness for those 13 years of piano lessons that I took, because I'm just letting my fingers crawl along the keyboard.

And while we're on the subject, is anyone else grateful for the little bumps on the F and J keys? REally. They are so handy. Because most days, my keyboard sits on top of my computer screen and I type with my arms raised up in the air. Not because I think this will lose my arm fat, mind you. It's because Gabriel wants to "type", and it usually ends up with the computer crashing. But if it weren't for those little bumps (and the piano training), I'd be a lost cause. Or, I'd watch more t.v.

I'm sorry that I'm posting nonsense and really, I'm just trying to fill up space. I just need to hit the 'publish post' button, because if I eat anymore candy corns, I may need a whole new set of teeth.

Oh, and we went to the park today.