Sunday, April 17, 2011

Bad Blogger

I know I tried to explain away my absence from blogging, but I still feel like a fundamental blog-failure right now. I have been growing increasingly addicted to reading blogs, and I realized today that one of the reasons the weekends strike me as a bit of a bummer (since I have no discernible weekday schedule, you understand) is the break all my favourite bloggers take from their otherwise religious updates.
I am particularly obsessed, as of late, with the Peanut butter runner, See Jane, and, as always, the Sartorialist. Check them out, if you aren't already obsessed.

Sad news today kids. My trusted, drop-proof, water-proof camera died on me. I tried a couple of days ago to capture some pictures of my favourite subject, aside from myself, Miss She Ra Mae, who has settled back down into my humble abode just swimmingly. But it wouldn't take the picture. Odd. After charging the battery for, oh, two days, and doing the most my inept little mind could do to tinker with technology beyond my capacities (read: treat it like an SNES game cartridge that wont start and blow baby blow). No luck. It wont even start. So all of my lofty dreams for beautiful culinary or sartorial posts are on hold.

Particularly tragic given my new project. I know I said I would share with you what the new, vaguely labled "project" is (what is a project exactly? Like, you're eating 12 hot dogs a day now, or what?          I wish), but I am waiting on a contribution from my partner. Soon. I promise.

Had a couple of beers tonight, and a brownie (and hot chocolate...ugh) and am now fighting to urge to cab down to NDG to carry on my partying ways. I think bed is in my future though. Followed far too closely by brunch (who does Sunday brunch at 9:30 in the morning?? Yule and Brielan, that's who) and my first ever PowerFlow yoga class. I am excited and skeptical. I think I'll die. But, with only three days left in the 30-day-challenge, I figure I am in the best position I will ever be to try it out. I will let you know how it goes. If I survive.

Good night my night owls.

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