Filler

I have no idea what to post about today. But I woke up early and decided to update my blog, can't leave it on the emotional/yeah me post forever.

I was going to post about how, Saturday night I thought I was cured of my caffeine aversion and ordered a Dairy Queen cappuccino moolatte. (or, as Chad said, cow crap.) I'd tell you all about how I couldn't fall asleep until 7 a.m. because of it, but it's old news now.

I had planned to post about how, after all these months I finally realize, doh, Ms. Smarty Pants and I have the same template, and she had it first. I could explain how I'm not a copycat, when I first signed up I thought I was clicking on a link to see more choices and the *&%^$ing! site told me, thank you for creating a blog... and then I was too lazy to change it. But I won't because somehow I doubt the Pants lady has been seething with anger over the duplicity all this time.

I considered posting about how I followed a link on a friend's Web log (her preferred term) to people that comment on her site and to the people that comment on the sites of people that comment on my friend's site. I'd explain how I read about yet another person that lost their job due to what they’d published on the Internet on their site. But it's too exhausting.

I could blog about how we're going on our boundary waters trip in less than two weeks and I've yet to exercise in preparation once, but honestly, just thinking of talking about exercising is too much work right now.

In desperation for a good topic I've finally decided to post about