brainjuice

Frantic running around at work. Learning my way around my new little iPod Touch, hereby dubbed "Sherman." Instagrams addictive but am trying not to flood the world with more mediocre faux-aged images. Trying to take steps to curb my overspending at the grocery store. First kickboxing class left me drenched in sweat like I had stepped into the shower fully clothed, but survived and did ok and will be back. Watching "So You Think You Can Dance" with great glee. Frayed around the edges a trifle, but holding up with the help of surprise "A Christmas Story"-branded fudge at work and teeny peanut butter cups from Trader Joe's at home. There are worse ways of coping, I suppose. Although the fudge is weird, no question.