So, yesterday, I had this assholic idea to starting drinking green tea instead of coffee. Holy EFFF Man. 

Last night, I go to the gym put my stuff in the locker -- wait I inexplicably took my towel out of the bag -- do my jog (on the treadmill because I in princess mode the last few weeks) and other things.  Then I go down, strip down (awkward) and realize wait you have no towel. Screw this, I'll shower at home; outta here. No, my keys are up by the treadmill two floors up. Damn I gotta now go in flip flops and my feet hurt. All the way up get my keys, my bag, out. Get home. Still can't find my watch (been lost for two weeks, found it in the new cheap gym bag, old one trashed when I spilled gasoline on trunk contents during NJ gas rationing), find it, happy.  Where the helll is my coat, FLOCK, it's in the locker with my work clothes at the gym. Drive back, limp to my stuff, still in flip flops (34F). This morning, more of the same. 

Strangely, it is really consoling to know that since age 19 I have really had just one job: drink coffee.  

In all this maelstrom of events, I don't see where you ever put any clothes back on.

 The editor's eye is sharp.  

Insert: "Got a call from the gym: 'I think it is best for all involved if you do not return to this facility."

I know, right?  I fall in love again with Nads every.damn.day!   

i am locking in here because it seems safe.

 

threads are raining down like cats & dogs out there, and just "out there" but in the damn swamp too for crissakes.

 

and for some reason eric changed the way threads are read or how they display as read or how they go to the last unread or something and it's all just making me dizzy.

 

this is some good, old fashioned, nads-in-sandals stuff here. reliable. solid. reassuring. 

What is UP, R2E. 

Yeah, I was just about to thank RA, Swamp included, for becoming so confusing/taxing/over-the-shark, that finally following RA was harder than responsible/useful pursuits. 

Of course, here I am again.  

new signature line!