Professional Damsel in Distress


This week has been out to get me. The fan on my server ( is hosted twenty feet from my bedroom) is about to explode, so I'll skip the lengthy posts that are welling up inside of me and say this:

  • We no longer own small weights, so I completed the first days of the 30 Day Shred using my Ugg boots instead. They're heavy-ish. Stop looking at me like that.
  • Transcribing a four-hour ordination ceremony for a pastor will get you ten sore fingers, two free brownies, and twenty pastors asking about your Blue Snowball mic.
  • Timmy Venture, my betta fish, is going to outlive us all.