I'm 99% sure that if you don't know if you're gronked or not, you most certainly are.

Maybe more coffee help? Yes, coffee. Coffee good.

...am not convinced am spelling 'coffee' correctly. Bad sign?

...am not convinced am spelling 'coffee' correctly. Bad sign?

That depends if you're looking for a sign that you're gronked or not. If you are, than it's a good sign.

I am not gronked for the first time this week - before last night, I think I had a total of 6 hours sleep since Monday - but still fighting off an annoying little bug.

I'm surely gronked. Thank the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. that I don't have to go to work on Monday. Every single day of this week has been a great struggle to get out of bed.

Howdy, folks.

Jogging your way to saggy breasts

Millions of women may be jogging their way to sagging breasts as they set off on New Year fitness regimes without suitable bras, research suggests.

Some 9.5 million British women could be irreversibly damaging their busts by exercising without a proper sports bra, the Portsmouth University team said.

They found breasts moved in a 3D figure of eight and that uncontrolled movement strained fragile tissues and ligaments.

The study suggested as a woman runs a mile, her breasts bounced 135 meters.

The report found each breast moved independently of the body by an average of 9cm for every step taken on the treadmill.

The study was funded by a sports bra manufacturer.

A little late, but after Ellie was born, I had the most amazing high. It was so far beyond when I finished the marathon. I think I talked non-stop for about 7 hours to anyone who would listen. The pictures show how exhausted I was, but I couldn't feel it. That feeling made such an impression on me that I made an LJ entry about it somewhere around 6 months after Ellie was born.

I am now earwormed by Interjections!

I am now earwormed by Interjections!

Conjunction Junction would probably take care of that.

Stephanie, that sounds very cute. And it is apparent that Mother Nature should do everything she can to mollify women who've just given birth. By way of apology.

Yuck. I don't like Ambien. It had been suggested that sometimes just getting to sleep might help a migraine, and it has less of a hangover than Flexeril. True, true. But that period between taking the pill and my head hitting the pillow is gross and horrible. I can just about deal with the visual field distortions and the loss of hand/foot eye coordination, but it's the gaps in my memory that are the worst.

In theory, I can train myself to lie down after I've taken it, so I won't post addled, or watch TV and forget what I saw and then delete it off TiVo, but how am I going to stop myself from answering the phone? Luckily the two people who called me last night called me on my cell which was far from the bed, but I've had one Ambien-laced conversation so far, and I sounded like a moron.

I have a low tolerance for stupidity today, and an even lower standard for what constitutes stupidity.