Non Sequitur Sloth

I don't think I'm going to make my goal of 100 posts this year.

See how I'm cheating to get closer to that goal by writing a post about how I'm not going to make it?  I'm not very sneaky, am I?

I am planning on going to the gym this afternoon/evening, so there's potential there for a post.  Hopefully, this time it will be about someone besides myself.  I plan to leave my sweatshirt in the locker room and to keep my t-shirt on the whole time.  Gym patrons, you are welcome.

Wait, where was I?  Oh yeah...I was cybercreeping some of my friends (because I might need fresh material I was bored curious) and then started cybercreeping myself (that's not as dirty as it sounds) and discovered that some of my Twitter people favorite some WEIRD tweets of mine.  I"m not sure who that speaks more loudly about - me or them. But that's where we've landed.  However, I was also reminded that while I lock down my FB, Twitter is not and I should probably install a filter at some point.

I decided I needed another day off of work and being self-employed, I can do that and all.  I just have to be extra nice to the boss.  However, in order for me to actually do that, I think I'm going to have to leave the house.

I had a dream last night that I was being chased by the Criminal Minds guys.  One of my favorite Twitter friends was also in the dream (though not in that part of it).  And I was in Kalamazoo.  First downtown, texting from across a table (that is more reality than dream)  later running from Thomas Gibson in the woods.  (I think I may have been the bad guy in the scenario...otherwise, why would he be chasing me?)  But now that I think about it, I wasn't really in the woods, I was in the backyard of the house Nick lived in the last time I visited him there.  Interesting. (Ok, maybe not to you...but I"m wondering what was in that shrimp my grandma served yesterday).

Oh yeah, I was gonna leave the house.  I think I'll go to Champaign and make fun of all of the people waiting in line to return stuff.

Ok, post #94 for the year done.   I know you're as relieved as I am.