Where Is My Talent?

Okay, it's times like these that I need Meg Moos amazing throwing up talents. I woke up 3:30 ish from a dream regarding sewer lines, housing resales, and other such boring things. I think the real thing that woke me up though is the after effects of dinner at The Broker. Ah, woe is me. The food was amazing and very yummy. The problem was I ate too much. I wish I hadn't and now I cannot go back to sleep. I just feel sick. Yuck. Why don't I have the golden touch? Or maybe it's more of a gross touch? Either way, any touch right now would work. I just kept eating and eating. My tummy is just not used to rich foods anymore. Poor tummy.

In other tummy news, I'm desperately hoping that my Amazon workout videos will amazingly appear on my doorstep this morning so I can do them instead of going out to run. I just don't feel like it today. No sir. I figure I can fart ass through a video and at least be somewhat comfortable and still pretend that it's a workout.

Thanks all for the good comments. I know you are right. I feel bad for this guy because he is a past client and because I told him if you work hard you will be okay. Apparently he is working hard but no doing okay according to my secret sources. Yikes. I guess helping him would be like shooting myself in the foot but I feel this huge sense of responsibility in some ways. Why, oh why, oh why. Woe is me.

I think I will take Lola to the doctor today. She is not sick, but just needs a once over. Poor thing. I've been scheming to get some stickers made of my very corny logo and stick it over the booboo on her bum. Then maybe she will feel complete once more? Worse is finding a new home for Fredericka. I think she knows now that there is a new wench in the driveway that her days are numbered. It seems so sad though to give her up. She is such a good little (although possibly dangerous) car. I guess she will go to a nice charity that will hopefully treat her well. Sigh.