I’m giving myself a mini challenge to write something every day this week. My new year’s resolution to write more is going okay, I guess. I am certainly writing more than I did in 2011.

I didn’t set a specific goal because I knew I would fail the shit out of it if I did, but in my mind’s eye it was something like at least once a week. So, I’m going to try to write something every day this week to catch up. I know that to accomplish this, I’m going to have to write about some seriously horrible, mundane things. For instance, right now I’m surfing the Internet and watching a mockumentary about a conspiracy theory on the existence of mermaids.

It’s actually pretty well done. Since I’ve only been paying attention to it with a little bitty portion of my lizard brain, I just had to ask PJ if it was a real documentary. Good job Animal Planet, thanks for reminding me that I’m an idiot.

I’m not really looking forward to writing about my day-to-day. Here’s how this exotic Monday has gone so far.

• Woke up at 10:00 am (#GodGivenRightAsAnAmerican #ThanksTroops)
• Ate 5 energy balls
• Drank coffee/surfed the Internet (2 hours?)
• Put a load of laundry in the machine
• Took the kitchen trashcan out into the backyard to power wash it (cleanse it of its sins)
• Tried to drown Kitty Biscuit (she hates the water hose and she bit me on my foot, so I sprayed her in the face a lot)
• Ate lunch that PJ made (spaghetti and chicken parmesan)
• Surfed more Internet
• Did 5 dishes
• Worked out (third day in a row, somebody alert the media)
• Showered
• Folded laundry

…..and now I’m sitting here drinking wine that is probably going to kill me because it sat in my car all weekend with temps in the 90s. PJ said that means it’s probably gone bad, but I think he’s thinking about people who have something to say about the way wine tastes and not about people who will drink motor oil if they think it will help them beat those gotta go back to work after a long weekend blues. Anyway, Tuesday gave it to me as a present for taking her to the airport in the middle of the black, dark night on Friday, so of course I forgot about it. If I haven’t had enough sleep, forget it, I’m barely a human, and certainly not a human that remembers things.

Okay, look forward to seven more riveting days of that.