I haven’t written for a while. I’m tired! I’m cranky! I’m bored! I want somebody else to make it all better. I don’t want to do this and I don’t want to do that and I don’t want to eat anything healthy. I’m having a full on temper tantrum so I am going to sit and stew about it. OK it isn’t really all that bad. It’s just the fall is my time of the year when I feel my best and I haven’t been feeling my best and I don’t want to take responsibility for it yet. I would rather blame it all on the construction next door (12 hours a day, 7 days a week and their generator running slobs that drove a cement truck back and forth over my lawn and they put the porta-potty under my bedroom window so I smell it.) Also I hurt my back showing off. Usually when things go bad I figure they are unlikely to get worse so I get a little happy. This time I am just wallowing in the sh*t or at least smelling it (OK, I made them move the pooper).