I'm out

Like I needed to tell you. It's not that I've run out of stuff to say, it's that I've run out of anything to say that won't make me sound like a miserable malcontent. Let's face it, being an adult sort of sucks. It's like groundhog day - every day I wake up to the same shit. Sure, it's usually pretty good shit. And there's the occassional new adventure (yoga) or toy (hello, Brandeis bobblehead), but it's still groundhog day. And I can't even think of anything witty to say about it.