I wish I had something to write.

I feel just like this, except the statue has better boobs.

I'm so tired, internets.

So, so tired.

I'm walking for 45 minutes to an hour every morning at the Y and it's wearing me out. It's...It's killing me. What's happened to me? It was only three short weeks ago that I would wake up and work out hard for an hour and then follow it with an hour walk and then I'd walk again for an hour around my neighborhood at night. This surgery has truly kicked my butt.

Plus I got very swollen on Sunday and it hasn't completely gone away. I feel like a sausage that's about to burst.

And I just have nothing to write that doesn't involve whining.

And my kids are possessed.

And I need another nap.

And I need to start packing my house.

Help me, Rhonda.

Anyone want to write a guest post for me? Let me know.

O.k., so...good night. 6:42 isn't too early for bed, right?