OMG, how could I neglect to tell you?

It has been weeks though it feels like MONTHS since I've sat down and written a "meaningful" blog post (READ: Anything frickin' at all). I woke up this morning, looked at the calendar and thought, "Whaddaya mean it's MARCH?" The spring equinox has come and gone already-- don't even get me started there. I think I have officially entered that stage of life where time moves at warp speed, where one drink feels like too many and where eight a.m. is defined as sleeping in.

Is it because I am less aware of time that it moves so quickly, or rather, more aware of my impending death?

HAPPY THURSDAY, everybody! Call me Ms. Chipper. I don't know, maybe it's the weather and the fact that I haven't ridden my bike. At all. In weeks. It's not for lack of want (she quickly adds)-- it really is the weather. There's a story here. In fact, I have several stories here, and they have all been brewing in my otherwise-preoccupied brain. I will start with...