Sarah! Where the hell have you been?

Urm, busy?

That is so not good enough. Seriously, what's shakin', chica?

Not a whole hell of a lot. Albuquerque's finally sliding into something which resembles fall in color, if not in temperature. Adam just celebrated a birthday. The cat's decided to be definant. I joined a gym and set some unrealistic goals for the next several months. I am far too obsessed with Rome on HBO and the guy who plays Pullo. Oh, and when I think about it, I like to pretend I'm writing.

So you're not dead?

Not that I'm aware of. Somehow, I pictured the afterlife being less zitty. Unless I'm in hell. And all things considered, is a very real possibility.

I don't think they'd have Target and wifi in Hell.

Or vanilla lattes. And my face would look even worse than it does now. So to recap: busy, but nothing so productive it warrents any sort of liveblogging. Zitty. Writing when it hits me. I want Titus Pullo for Christmas.

Sarah out.