I didn’t make it far into the month. Everyone got sick and then I forgot I made a pact with myself to write daily for a month. And now that I have remembered I have nothing to say for today’s entry. I can tell you about my day. You can be my diary…
Today I worked far earlier than the crack of dawn. After work I cleaned my house. After cleaning my house I joined a gym, that was fun. It’s been awhile since I did the workout thing. So I feel silly amongst fit persons, but that will fade as I shape-up.
Then I came home, did my duties around the house and remembered that I hadn’t written. I also realize I’ve been home from vacation nearly a month and have not done any posts on what I did. And the holidays are in full swing. I have no excuse. Blog entries are coming again soon.
Total change of subject: How ’bout that band-aid song? I liked the first one, it’s cheesy, but a classic.
The second seems weird. The song is no better or worse. But it feels like it’s trying to force a classic song on us. Also, I don’t know who these whipper snappers are. Except, is that Sinead?
And of course, there’s Bono. I have had a undying crush on the Irishman since I was twelve years old. Don’t bash him, I defend my men to the end.
I just hope the soft rock radio stations that fill us with Christmas music throughout the season don’t replace the classic with the new version.
Nobody wants that.