What have I been up to?

Funny you should ask. Before I let this blog drift too far down the "crotchety consumer" path, I'd better rein things back in and remember why I started this in the first place.

Why was that again?

Oh, right. To write.

I could spend the rest of my days shaking my fists in the general direction of a suck-ass fitness club, populated by crooks and motherfuckers, I really could. But that's just a mumbling shuffle-step away from that crazy cat lady, and I'm already far enough down the scrapbooking road that I don't want to tempt fate.

I bought a circle cutter. Because apparently hand cutting circles is soooo passe. I'm still trying to convince myself that I only bought all this stuff to make nice scrapbooks for my family to commemorate our recent trip to DisneyWorld. I just read that over and realized that it makes things worse, not better.

And so I breathe, close my eyes, and release the Hulkian Rage. Ok, maybe I don't release it. Maybe I just ball it up a little tighter so it fits in a corner. Best not to throw that away, may need it later. Let's just leave it at "Fuck Premier Fitness".

I will gather my thoughts, and photos, and post later about being in the middle of 400,000 marching immigrants in Chicago.