It's not that I don't constantly think to myself, "I should write about that" or "That would be the perfect thing to blog" or "Wouldn't the internet get a kick out of that?" Because I do. But, I don't know. I'm just not logging enough hours of pure unadulterated sit in front of the computer and do nothing time. I have things to do. Like planning a freaking wedding when all the banquet/catering offices are perpetually closed or "no one is here to answer your call." Like studying my buns off for my challenge exam which I am totally freaked over. I get one shot and if I miss, there goes grad school (or at least this program).

Then there's work. Oh, work. I think I need to reduce my hours because I come home exhausted and to a messy apartment and it saps my will to do, well, anything.

This weekend Paul and I finally pooled our energy and managed to give the apartment a nice once over. Our carpets are no longer crusted with kitty litter and our coffee table has finally been wiped down. These are all good starts.

And hey look! A post! Things are looking up no?