Dog days of summer, indeed. I have no idea what that phrase means or where it came from, but it seems appropriate to say, especially now, in the deep mid- to late- Augustness.

We haven't posted here in a while, and I'm actually thinking about starting a blog of my own (which is sooooo 2004, i realize), but for now I thought I'd give pocketfood another whirl...

I'm tired all the time. Sitting at my desk at work, drifting off to the glow of my computer screen. Plopped down on the couch at night, watching House or a reality show. 7:30am, 30 seconds after waking up.

I think I need a hobby. I'm taking suggestions.

Summer has always been a great time to put things off for me. Every weekend is filled with trips to the beach or lounging around by the pool, and all the things I had planned for each day seem drift away.

Things I've neglected:

My car's check engine light: 5 weeks
Laundry: ? weeks
'Light' Summer Reading List: 8 weeks
Writing letter to g'parents: 3 weeks
Netflix queue: 6 weeks
Balancing Checkbook: 6 years

Random question:
Why is it that every time I walk into Tower records at the Galleria, I'm struck with some horrible and sudden gastrointestinal problem? It's probably all in mind, but I'm really beginning to wonder. I don't think I'm the only person with this problem, either. They should pipe massive amounts of Pepto through the vents or something. Or at least open up their restrooms to customers. "I'll buy the dagnabbed Barney's Greatest Hits album, just please--"

Well, that's all I got for now? M? J? Anything to add? Let's get pocketfood back up and running.

-T