Seriously, what is up with the insomnia? It’s no fun. I was exhausted last night, and yet, still tossed and turned. Argh. I think it’s my sinuses. They’re clogging. (Not like what the Riverdance people do. More like what sinks do when you have really long hair.) Anyway, this means I must start paying out the nose (ha ha, pun intended) for Walitin-D or Equate-D or Target-D or whatever. And now that they have that stupid law that keeps me from making crystal meth in my bathroom, it’s a pain just to buy it. Argh.

But this post is thusfar making me sound like I’m in a bad mood. Really, I’m not. We have king cake at work. I’m getting paid to design things (not at work.) Our wedding’s going to be featured on The Knot! I’m going to DC in a couple of days! We’re going to the Melting Pot on Friday night!

Yes, life is pretty good.

I went to the gym yesterday. Cut my knee on the stationary bike. (No, I didn’t fall off. It had a sharp bit that I scraped my knee on as I was getting on it.) It was dripping blood. What a dork. But I soldiered on, and even got on the treadmill after that. Must keep on track at the gym – I want to run (yes RUN the whole way) the Crescent City Classic in roughly ten weeks.

I keep forgetting. Also on Thursday is the two year anniversary of the date Kristina and I quit smoking. We rule. I’m sure we’ll drink a bottle of wine to celebrate.

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