So, according to David (one of my three followers), my blog has died due to lack of activity and my oversight regarding the new blog link.

In an effort to resuscitate my internet fame, I'm not only posting the link to the new blog: http://rickystillloveslulu.wordpress.com/, I'm also putting out the link to http://newhandsweepstakes.com/, a blog primarily written by people who are significantly smarter and more motivated than I am, but that I occasionally contribute to.

So, y'know, you should probably read those.

Blogger and I are breaking up. Yeah, you heard me. From now on-ish, I will be on Wordpress. Probably.

I feel like a big, lifeless blob-puddle-person. It's the same absolutely zero energy feeling I get when I sick, except I'm not sick (please please please). I think it's a combination of allergy meds and my girl parts mutinying and threatening to fall out, but whatever the reason, all the fun, exciting, productive things I was planning when I drove home at 8:30 this morning are looking like they're going to have to wait.

To recap:

I went up to my parents' house in Evergreen last night so as to be on-hand to drive my mom to surgery (she's getting her eyelids done - what a weirdo thing to get surgeried) at the ass-crack of dawn this morning. I stayed up until about 1:00 waiting for my laundry to finish, which really isn't that late, especially as any tiredness I would feel in the morning would not be coupled with a hangover. I go night-night.

I wake up at 5:30 to eyes that are simultaneously streaming and goopy, a nose that's doing the same thing and violent, earthquake-inducing sneezing. Oh, and the curtains are open just enough to let the morning sunlight punch me squarely in the retinas, which I, in my pre-coffee, snot-addled state decide my mom must have done on purpose just to fuck with me, and how could she not have ensured that the curtains were closed properly so that I, her 25 year-old daughter/surgery chauffeur could be well-rested?

About five seconds and 2,000 sneezes later I realized I was being a giant whiny baby and got up to close the curtains myself. I also realized I need to stop assuming people are out to ruin my life solely based on the fact that they're the only other person in the house.

Anyways, my mom yet again proved her superior mothering skills when she presented me with a box of allergy medicine (as I had, like a tool, left my knock-off Claritin at home). Unfortunately, my body likes to react very strangely to allergy medicine, and right around the time I was getting home, all my dreams of early-morning productivity (ie, dog-bathing, a trip to the optometrist, bathing, Starbucks) had given way to dreams of going back to sleep.

So after a three-hour nap, and then roughly two hours of sitting on my couch reading other peoples' blogs, I'm maybe ready for a shower, and definitely ready for a movie. And that's the beauty of summer vacation: little to no consequences for allergy-induced procrastination.