Ever since Friday the 13th — things have been off.

I’ve had a nagging headache. It isn’t a migraine… but it wants to be. I keep popping Imitrex, Advil, and Aleve… and the little bitch of a headache is still there.

I haven’t worked out since Death by Pullups. It feels like my back is black and blue. It hurts to the touch. Good thing no one wants to hug me!!

I took a bath (I hardly ever take baths — it forces me to relax) and I finally got to break into the sea salts Nate sent me from Israel. Because I have a complex about relaxing… I brought all the bulk mail that I pushed to the side of the dining room table into the bathroom with me. I proceeded to assess each catalog and magazine and make piles of 1. read soon 2. read later 3. put in the orange bin in the extra bedroom for “my guests” to read 4. trash it

I bought a Nirvana CD.

I painted my nails black.

I went to a dinner party and didn’t tell any off color jokes.

I not only craved French Toast… but I MADE it… and ATE it. This is totally OUT OF CHARACTER!

I haven’t blogged or checked email in 3 days.

I cleaned my car out.

Hmmm…

I must take my life back. I must reclaim my journey to Mount Badass.

Yes. Done.

This was just a temporary blip.

I’m back and more badass than ever.

Starting tomorrow.