Fucking ugh. Note to self ~ no more Monday Night Football. I don't need an excuse to stay up late and drink too much. I do it enough already. Patriots won the game but by 11:15PM I was done for the night. Of course I missed all the end-game excitement but I was too tired to care and today I pay the price. Dragging ass and a bit of a headache to boot.

So for all of you in Bloggville, hear ye' hear ye' and all that. I am turning over a new leaf. I can pep talk with the best of them but can I put my money where my mouth is? Yoga shall be my springboard to better health & fitness. Out with the old bad habits and in with new good ones. No more wasting away in front of the telly night after night. I will get off my arse and exercise! I will learn new things and work on improving the state of my gray matter! I will bring home a half pound of fresh sardines! What?! Wait...I think the cat's been practicing her subliminal messaging again. It's amazing the variety of Continuing Education classes they offer at the local high school.

Anyway, enough of my I need a self-help kick in the head quasi-rant. For anybody who's interested, the stink bug I emptied the can of Raid onto yesterday did finally die. I cleaned up the dead bug and foam before Jeff got home. Little shit gave me a final post mortem scare though. When I tentatively lifted the cover off the floor there was no bug. Thing was stuck to the inside top of it! Ick. It's days like yesterday that make me somewhat glad winter is coming. Sure it'll be freezing cold out soon and we'll all be buried in snow. But hey, no bugs!