I had a plan. Or at least I think I had a plan. Or maybe it was a dream. Maybe I dreamed I had a plan. Anyway you look at it, at one point in my life I had a topic I very much wanted to write about here this week. I no longer remember aforementioned topic. I'm not very forgetful and have a tendency to write down almost anything that comes to me. I am a list maker. I once even made a list of my lists when I trying to plan my wedding. Sure, you may have made lists, but did you make lists of lists? I didn't think so. So, I can only blame this complete mental blank on my brain being completely fried.
Demon Baby still isn't sleeping through the night. She had been waking up at least 4 times a night up until last night, when she only woke up once. Between sleeping 4 hours a night in 20 minute increments, dieting and therefore thinking about all the food I want and can't have, and going to the gym which people claim gives them energy, but seems to totally drain me, I'm a little bit less than my best at the moment. So the only think I can seem to focus on is Twitter.
As you may have noticed from my last post, I'm on Twitter now. I can stalk my favorite celebrities and my favorite bloggers all in one place, in real time. It's catnip to the voyeur in me. I can also say whatever's on my mind at any moment to the tens of people who follow me. That's a little something for the exhibitionist in me. To be honest, I wasn't going to join. I didn't think I needed yet another place on the computer to waste the time that I should be using to take care of the kids or clean the house. Turns out, it's bizarrely addicting.