There’s a point where “tired” turns to “weary”. I hit that point about three days ago and haven’t slept much since. I thought it was because of my bad late-night habits and aversion to mornings, but now I think it might be sympathy insomnia for Jason Mraz. He’s in London, and he’s tired. He also likes penguins. You catch up with his freshnessfactorfivethousand blog, I’m going to update my Netflix queue.
My Chi also kicks ass,