Top ten reasons why I love the endorphins running through my body

10) I can see the plus side of missing work outs for a week--I get endorphins easily, they make me feel happy, and I'm inspired to return to my beloved blog.

9) Showers feel like the best experience, and you know man, I, like, feel really connected to the world, man, it's like the plumbing goes through the wall, man, and then it goes underground man, and, like, when you think about it, man, everything's connected to the ground. Duuuudddde.

8) I can spout cheesy cliches like "I'm high on life!" and not care when people look at me as if I'm a moron.

7) After a week of coughing up phelgm and feeling miserable, I no longer feel miserable but can instead examine the coughed-up phelgm and marvel at nature's color palette.

6) Cleaning, a task upon which I normally embark solely so that I don't live in slovenliness and filth, now seems like a wonderful happy fun-time activity for my Tuesday afternoon, assuming there's nothing good on TV.

5) The ISP that keeps dropping my Internet connection has been downgraded to the spawn of Satan rather than the dark lord himself.

4) Ummm . . .

3) Endorphins fading.

2) That phelgm is just gross.

1) Life sucks.

So I'm a bit late in posting...

I blame it on the stress incurred when my bike, which I had owned for a mere two days, was stolen. I hadn't even been able to take it around the block. Sheesh. Donations to the Buy Amanda a New Bike Fund now accepted. Feel free to leave a comment indicating you'd like to help out!

I also blame the brevity and lack of wittiness of this post on stress. Try me again when I'm feeling more settled, say in another week. This post is really just to let my fanbase, should it happen to be larger than the four who know me personally, know that I'm not dead.

Have a good weekend!