Saskatch

Cause for hippie dance!

Hear ye, hear ye...NOT only am I back on coffee (the dreaded cleanse is OVER!), but it's sunny and 75 degrees (and rising) outside. This goes without saying, but it is the weekend, to boot! Things are looking up, dear readers. No more crushing caffeine headaches and hyper-salivating at the sight of wine and gluten for this girl. I am free, albeit gluttonous, once again. I'm drinking a glass of wine as I type—in the middle of the DAY. Sigh. Still, even through the veil of my weekend-sugar-caffeine-acohol-high, I feel the distinct sensation of Sunday night blues creeping ever so quietly into my subconscious. In an attempt to perk up, sasbeau and I are going to risk naked hippie sightings and freak sulfuric gas burns to melt away the onset of work angst. We're heading to nearby hot springs, where a stark naked, eh hem, older broad gave us some very animtaed directions once. A bottle of wine might be in order, too. How do you fend off the infamous Sunday doldrums?

You say you want a... resolution?

How are your New Year's resolutions coming along? As I write, I'm half-starved and painfully caffeine-free thanks to a particular resolution, which requires a "mellow" three-day cleanse I read about. I thought I'd feel light and bright, if not a little high from being so... healthy. But you know what? It is horrible. Really, really awful. Every time I complain, my beau says, "Patience and self discipline, my love." I say BOLLOCKS.