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So, uh, now that I somehow have seven more family photo albums, how's everyone else doing? I gotta say, that was nearly as bad as my obsession with the hokey pokey. Don't worry, though. I turned myself around.

Oh yeah. Not sure if you guys noticed, but I like bad puns. That's just how eye roll.

Good morning, Valarnet!

Earth Day technically isn't until April, but I figured I'd get an early start! Does anyone have any large plastic buckets or jugs they're planning on tossing in the recycling bin that they don't mind tossing my way instead?

Bonus of the Dreams? I don't get hangovers. I think that I can handle. Which meant hitting the gym this morning with my team was a cake walk for me. Them mmm not so much

There are those days that you just wake up and need to do something, good or bad, to keep yourself from going crazy. What is that thing to do - especially after another round of reruns starring yourself as a prisoner and science experiment? No wonder I'm in that kind of mood.

So, these dreams. They're supposed to be some other life, right? With just enough similarities you know it's yours. Then there's the weird shit, like hunting monsters and shooting the boss's daughter with a rocket launcher.

At some point, you can't ignore it right? But what is the point?

I just finished reading Rose McGowan's book Brave, and I seriously recommend it to anyone who either has a #MeToo experience or is a supporter of that movement. Or even if you just like Rose's acting or like her as a person. It's a very powerful biography of her life, and it's extremely moving. It's also not quite for the faint of heart, though. She's gone through a lot in her life, even before Harvey Weinstein factored into it. But yes, I'm going to definitely add it to my Reading Recommendations shelf at the bookstore I work at.

While I appreciate that my brother loves me enough to visit me in the middle of the work week, I can’t say that I appreciate that he loves me so much that he thinks it’s okay to visit me in the middle of the work week.

That being said, I suppose it’s as good of a reason to go home on time as any. Now to beat him at chess and convince him that I don’t have any scotch.

I find it rather difficult to believe I still have four months left in this pregnancy. It is difficult to sit for prolonged periods of time, and I am so bloody hot. If I was not pregnant I would wonder if I was going through menopause with these bloody hot flashes.

Also the next person who tries to touch my stomach is getting their hand burned.

Is it just me or did this month just whiz by? Spring break is going to be here before I know it.

Get home from a long day at the Happiest Place on Earth to find Magic Mike XXL on and we still have wine. I know how I'm spending the rest of my night.

Talked to my mom earlier today, which was nice cause it reminds me how much luckier I am than my dream self since she thinks I'm a monster in my dreams. I feel bad for dream me a lot of the time cause he has to go through so much crap.