That went way differently than I expected.

The word of the day is: Dissidence.

[ dis-i-duhns ] noun disagreement: political dissidence.

So yesterday started at 4am with a splitting headache.

And a sleep score of 45 out of 100.

I didn’t go run because of the headache and the no sleep.

And because it was 39 effing degrees (Fahrenheit) outside.

Where the fuck did that come from?

So I worked out with Jitterbug.

And then I ate a lot of the sour cream bundt cake that Beatle Sue made for my birthday.

And my breakfast burritos.

It was a little bit too much.

So I headed to work with a head full of acetaminophen and naproxen sodium and a belly full of buttery goodness.

Then I blew all my birthday money on comicbooks.

Because I’m a responsible adult.

If I wasn’t a responsible adult, I would’ve had to use that money to pay bills or debts.

Then I had a kickass day.

I decided to not let the word of the day have free reign.

I knocked out a shitload of my list for the week.

I got my new phone all set up and sorted out.

I got my steps in.

And I ate more cake.

It was a very good way to turn 40.

But I was exhausted by the time I crawled into bed.

Today is Tuesday.

I’m hoping to kick the shit out of the rest of my week’s list today.

So I can not think about work at all during our little getaway that’s coming up.

All right.

I need coffee.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC