My current value: 29 points of gibberish

Weight Watchers. Doesn't the name make you cringe? Yes, I'm a card-carrying member. Well, a virtual card.

Dieting has never gotten along well with me, obviously. But with the onset of June, I have entered a new frame of mind. Should climbing a flight of stairs really make me feel THAT old? One of these days at the gym, I'm going to actually crank up the speed on the treadmill, and face my fear of people seeing me jog. Portion control is my new best friend.

I keep cutting my hair shorter and shorter. Long hair is such a drag. A real downer. Especially when it always looks like a rat's nest. Short hair makes me feel sassy and rejuvenated.

Sarah won't get up. She's cranky in the mornings. But I think if I act like a tiny kitten or duckling, she'll be really happy.

Mew, mew, quack, quack.

I'm really digging on local acoustic female singers (shut up you-know-who). I'm going to convince Sarah (aka you-know-who) to go with me to a 3-lady show at the VAC in a couple Thursdays. She basically HAS to go with me, because I have a painful-sounding lady procedure the next day. Painful-sounding lady procedure trumps all!! Poor little lady flower :-( Ughhh.

I can't wait until the Brandi Carlile concert.

I especially can't wait to start couponing.