Maybe I Should Drink Again?

my "reverse intervention", courtesy of HeyDominica.

thanks for the love, and support. ;)

Protest Prop 8 With Me, Would Ya?

WHO: Me, you and everyone we know. Hopefully.

WHAT: Peaceful protesting of Proposition Eight.

WHEN: Saturday, November 15th at 10:30am. (LA Facebook Event Page)

WHERE: Check "Join the Impact" to find the location nearest you. I'll be at LA City Hall.

WHY: I'll let Keith explain. Go ahead, click the little play triangle below. It won't bite.

It's okay to be straight, and against hate. Oh snap! Someone bumper-sticker that immediately. Feel free to throw in a Darwin-fish and an Obama logo just to "hip it up" a bit.

Super Tired

worked all weekend. kicked a cold. time for bed. g'night world.

So sore. Sumo sore...

Here's to a waist of bruises and losing half the skin off my big toe:

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Well, That Happened.

There's no CTRL-Z in real life. This happened. Now I'm buzzed; and forever alone.

R.I.P - Hair
August 7th, 2008 - August 21st, 2008

At least good tv happened. Right?

Playing Hurt.

And yet another night of restlessness drags on. I thought I'd update everyone on the lack of updates, it's mono! Yup, that's what I got for Christmas, how about you? I know, I know, you just saw me hop around hosting an hour of live television today; hell, I even shattered a Big-Wheel-distance-jumping record! But, sadly, I'm still playing hurt. No, I'm not exactly in shambles, but mono is one hell of an affliction. I'm weaker than weak, down almost fifteen pounds from April, and still blowing through entire boxes of Kleenex nightly. Which reminds me to remind you, don't get sinus surgery and follow it up with a neck injury and a "kissing disease"; the resulting time-out of the gym and off of a proper protein rich diet will turn you into Nicole Ritchie (sans baby bump).

So, hopefully that's a decent explanation (I know it's nowhere near an excuse) for my lack of "Wordpressian Will" as of late. I plan on slowly returning to a healthy fitness and dietary routine sometime after CES, and adding a dose of daily blogging to the mix. For now, it's off to the land of Zicam for placebo'ed dreams of a healthier tomorrow!

By the way, my parents held a sweet Dora the Explorer 25th birthday party for me over the break. I'll post a metric ton of videos and photos one of these days. It was A-Dora-ble!!

Thanks for the patience, and happy new year!

And, I've broken.

Guess what happens when your week long itinerary is far more ambitious than your immune system? You get a 103 degree fever, soaring blood pressure, throat and respiratory infections, a stack of prescriptions, and you get to change your clothes six times throughout the evening because despite the fact you're trembling from the "cold", you're sweating threw layers of fabric.

I knew the schedule was going to be a bit on the hectic side, but with the stress of polishing up each of the live hits and the lack of time built in for sleep, my body through in the towel.