Hello, Internet.  Here is a non-gloomy, non-depressing post.

I made it myself.

I’m not even sure what to post about, so I’m just going to start writing and see what happens.  That’s now how I normally do this whole blogging thing, usually the posts are bouncing around in my brain, threatening to seep out my ears if I don’t write them down.  It’s so annoying.  But for the last week or maybe two weeks, there has been a major lack of post-bouncing in my head.

I think my writer is broken.

So.

Here’s what’s new.

Joey and I got up at 5:30 this morning and went to Baylor to work out.  I am bound and determined to work off this year of inactivity (which was mostly caused by doctors and their procedures – and isn’t that kind of weird though, since don’t doctors advocate exercise?) and the havoc it has wreaked on my physique.  Yeah, you read that right.

That’s why at 5:45 we found ourselves shivering in the car and speeding (literally, I think Joey was going 10 over) toward Baylor.

I can’t remember what I was going to say.

Oh yeah, my gym bag is on its last leg.  This is particularly heartbreaking for me because I’ve had this bag since I was in 8th grade.  I’m 27 and I was 12 in eighth grade, so you do the math to figure out how long I’ve had that bag.  Heck, I’ve had the bag longer than I’ve had Joey.  Times…three?

But don’t worry, Joey, I love you more than I love my gym bag.

Anyways, the strap is literally ripping off the bag.  I tried to mend it last night when I was having my mending session while we watched Big Bang Theory, but it did NOT work.

I need to get a new bag this weekend.

Before the strap finishes tearing and all my clothes get strewn about the Baylor parking lot.  That would be embarrassing.