This morning’s walk was sponsored by: The snooze button.

That’s right folks, I couldn’t get my ass outta bed to save my soul. I went to they gym 4 times last week, but for some reason, I can’t get motivated to walk in the mornings.

Simon and I went to see Talladega Nights yesterday afternoon. You know, if you love Will Ferrell, you’ll love this movie. I happen to love Will Ferrell since I’m pretty sure he and Fishdog are the same person. It was a big fat screen full of laughs. If you need a pick me up, this is the movie that will do it.

I didn’t carve out any writing time last week or over the weekend, which is a drag because the week before I had been so successful. I have to make myself do it this week. Even with Simon in town. It’s not like he needs constant supervision (well, maybe he does…) and it’s not like I can’t just take my laptop into a room, lock the door and tell the world to leave me alone. So, I’m doing that tonight. Two hours of writing time. Period. It may be from 10- midnight, but it’s gonna happen.

Fishdog is in Chicago until Wednesday. He’s eating good food, meeting up with old friends, and doing the whole conference thing. I’m sure he’s working some in there, too. All I know is, he sent me a text message last night of a very tasty looking meal, and I was almost jealous.

But then Simon fixed dinner and washed all traces of jealousy away with his spaghetti.