Day one felt great. I was free from blogging. I had more time to pick my nose and go to the gym; and even eat more cheesecake. I could really live my life by actually concentrating on LIVING MY LIFE. I was liberated; I was no longer one of those uptight bloggers who insists that their opinions are so wise that the ENTIRE WORLD MUST HEAR THEM through a system of self-publishing we call a “blog”.

And then day seven came. I was sitting alone in a white building downtown when I noticed a large board that had “67 MORE DAYS UNTIL WE CAN PUT UP CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS!” written on it. Under that phrase, it also read “Oct 1!” I stared at that board for a long time thinking how someone needed to know about this. I knew that somewhere, someone needed to know that the Christians in Utah were counting down the days until it was socially unacceptable to put up Christmas décor 31 days before Halloween. SOMEONE HAD TO KNOW THIS.

And shouldn’t someone know that I stood in a Smith’s bakery for fifteen minutes deciding if I should get a pastry that would immediately inflate my stomach roll? And shouldn’t someone know how cute it is when Scott’s dimples quiver when he tries not to smile? And shouldn’t SOMEONE KNOW THAT I’M PISSED OFF OVER MY LOST GOGGLES? AND SHOULDN’T SOMEONE KNOW THAT I CANNOT STOP EATING AT MCDONALD’S?

God; it felt really good to get that out.

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