Vapid

My brain is utterly devoid of substance tonight. This is probably from a combination of exhaustion, Big Brother All-Stars (which doesn't make much sense to me since I've never seen Big Brother), and Rock Star: Supernova. All of this ridiculous summer reality programming is making my brain atrophy. (Although as long as I can still use words like atrophy I suppose I'm marginally okay. Points for marginally also.)

I've mentally checked out of work since the beginning of June. I really slacked off hardcore when I made productivity and am not able to get into the swing of things. It doesn't help that only 3 kids came to my playgroup today, which is hell on billable hours (there are supposed to be 9). I just don't have the brainpower for the job and it's become an empty-headed process of going through the motions. I need another vacation. Already.

We're going to a Sox game on Friday and I am so excited I could poop my pants. I love me some Fenway Park. The weekend after involves Indigo Girls on the Cape, and the weekend after that is our quick trip to NYC to spend a little time at Yankee Stadium. July is BIZZAY.

Now... bed for a million years.