Since I wasn’t here for the Fourth, I’ll just wish everyone a happy July day today.  So Happy Sixth. (And happy birthday to my grandfather, one of the best people on the planet, who turns 89 today.)

So, this weekend stunk. And when I say “stunk,” I mean “stunk,” in the sense that spending yesterday in serious, focused recuperation with pizza, ice cream and a really bad Melissa Joan Hart movie was absolutely in order. I made a special trip to the supermarket for all of this, by the way, and it was the only time I left the house after pulling into my driveway at 7am.

Yes, at 7am. Let’s not talk about it.

So, of course, today I’m feeling just about done with all of the recurring nonsense in my life, and, as usual, I’ve decided to first tackle the health&nutrition issue. Because IT’S THE ONE THING I CAN CONTROL DON’T JUDGE ME PLEASE. (Thanks.) I’ve decided not only to start working regular, solid periods of physical activity into my week (about damn time, don’t you think?), but to eat a Vegan diet one day a week. To start, anyway. Because I’m broke and my life is a mess, and let’s face it, going Vegan or Vegetarian for realz is a commitment, folks.

What  I can say for sure is that I’m going to dropkick whoever gets in my way next. …Or, at least, I’ll envision myself doing that, because — again — I’m small. And relatively defenseless. I’m currently getting my butt kicked by 4-pound terror of a kitten. But let’s not spread that around.

Annnnd there’s another crash. This cat is going to make me very gray, very early…