The last post with no real purpose served me well because I wanted to get some junk out of my head that was taking up real estate, so I’m doing it again. But this isn’t going to be a habit. I’m reasonably certain. You, however, should be pretty certain I’m lying. Here come the bulleted items, people! Yay. Federer is out of the French. However, Nadal is also out of the French. So, I’m going to call this even because

You know when you have those kinds of days that don’t seem to have a thread of connectivity running through them to ground you? So, you’re kind of like the tasmanian devil dude spinning around everyone, and …. Look, let’s just be honest. I was manic today. And it’s Tuesday. So, according to The Bangles, I can’t even do manic correctly. But anyway. It was a wild kind of day. Rollercoastery. No, spellcheck. Rollercoastery, NOT rollercoasters. I’ll write my own

NOTE: US OPEN Spoilers Below I love a good old fashioned sloth day. My definition reads: sit/lie around in PJs or loungewear with remote always within quick reach, if not in hand. Today’s viewing consisted mostly of US Open tennis, but I channel-surfed during commercial breaks. During the surf breaks, I watched a bit of both Sixteen Candles and Pretty in Pink in addition to other things, and I have some thoughts. On Sixteen Candles – I didn’t have my

So Wild Wednesday at Wimbledon happened, and I needed a few days to grieve. That’s a sign that I’m way too invested in Fed’s success in the majors if I can’t watch any of the Wimbledon matches (ANY OF THEM!!) for three days (THREE DAYS!!) because I’m mourning the fact that his grand slam quarters streak ended and he won’t be featured in any more Wimbledon matches this year. I’ve followed his career from the onset, and I know he’s