I owe it to my medical terminology classes for helping me to not misspell words like ‘diarrhea’ ever again. Granted I should have had these kinds of learnin’s down, solid, since middle school but I was too busy doodling, and by 8th grade my brains stopped developing in that department to make room for perspective and color theory. Now, on the cusp of my impending 30’s, and having spent over 5 years without using a single one of my natural artistic talents, I’m catching up on things like spelling. Grammar has yet to call attention to itself and has been, regrettably, lost in the quagmire of useless trivia that makes up about 90% of my grey matter.

I didn’t start this post to tell you about how cruddy I am at writing. Or even how ironic it is that I have a blog when I a) can’t write and b) don’t even like writing — although that doesn’t seem to stop most bloggers from plugging away year after year. Actually, I didn’t start this post to tell you anything in particular. I just realized that I haven’t made one of those Random-Uninteresting-Shit-I’ve-Been-Up-To-Lately entries in a long long time.

And I’m not going to do it now.

But I’m considering it.

Did I also mention that I’m the The Queen of Procrasti Nation? Several times? Good to know I’m being clear.

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