There are few things in this world that we can claim with total veracity. But there is one factoid I can assert right now with a fairly high degree of confidence. Were I to tabulate the minutes I spent not sitting on my ass yesterday, the total would be under 60 minutes.

Let’s see, around 3.5 hours commuting or otherwise getting from here to there. 8 hours at work. 1 hour at therapy. 1 hour on computer looking for an apartment and a job. 8 hours “sleeping” (fucking insomnia). 2.5 hours everything else. Okay, that’s more than 60 minutes, but you have to figure that at least some of that time is sitting. Blowdrying hair, for example. Sitting.

I think you get my point.

Yeah, I went to college mainly so I could get a job pushing paper. I admit it. But right about now I’d give my left twinkie to have a job that allowed me to … I dunno … move around a little, get up from my desk every now and again, not have bloodshot eyes from staring at a computer for the better part of the day.

Sure, I could be up walking around right now instead of writing this post. But that’s just how much I love my fans, er, readers.

While I continue to search for a place to park my dogs/self/mountain o’ crap, my posts may be infrequent. I apologize in advance. Check back every so often. This can’t last forever, right?