missed a few workouts

not writing is like not working out. at first, you feel guilty. then, you feel good (but secretly know that you really feel bad). then you really feel bad and once that passes, you just feel stuck. i've logged on to blogger at least three times in the last two weeks to say something. to end the silence and i just couldn't do it. it had been so long that it was like the gears were rusty. and without my trusty WD-40, i ended up surfing instead of writing.

i haven't done much. a few trips to chicago, a trip to austin (with more rain than anyone should have to deal with...and even with the rain it was a charming city), plenty of work and several missed creative writing classes.

but last week, when i got to austin, i dragged my ass down to the hotel gym. i didn't want to do it, but i knew that i would spend the entire week drinking (to be able to sleep in a bed without hottie) and of course, one of my new favorite co-workers (from san francisco) and i spent plenty of nights at the bar. so how did i bridge from gym to bar? well, like i said, i started my trip with a run and ended it with a beer (or twenty). and my liver is happy i'm home. as is hottie and the pooch.

so here's to hoping i can get back to blogging. if not, you'll know where to find me.