What To Do?

Do I read my book? Not until I'm ready to nap.

Do I take a nap? Too early to nap.

Do I go for a run? Hot as schweaty balls outside.

Do I eat lunch? Not hungry yet.

Do I post a blog? What would I write about?

...well, I could write about this disgustingly large red mark that stretches down the length of my bicep from falling down the stairs Friday night. Usually I fall when I'm going up my stairs, not down them, but I guess there was a different plan for Friday. Yes, I was totally sober! But being a retarded klutz isn't all that interesting when it happens so frequently.

I could write about how I slowed down while driving past a house in Highland Park with 'junk' set out in the driveway for bulk-trash pickup. I wanted to see exactly what these rich people considered junk, and I realized I could have definitely used some of those hardly-used pots for my patio. Their trash could have been my treasure, but I didn't feel like stopping to dig. If I elaborated on that, it'd be boring - you all know I'm totally Jew...-ish and would have stolen that crap.

I could write about my very exciting interview with a suburban meth addict yesterday. After 5 minutes of being in the interview, she asked if there was a place she could get some water. I don't know if she was offended that I didn't have the courtesy to offer her a drink in her INTERVIEW, but I guess she was really needing a serious break after such an intense 5 minutes of How are you? Did you find us okay? I like your suit! It was fairly entertaining, but c'mon - the suburban meth addict mom is so 2002.  Nobody gets amused by that anymore.  

Hmm...nothing good comes to mind.  Here! I got it! Watch this...(she likes to gossip just like Aunt Laney!)