it begins again. lucky 13

day one missed. day two. upon us. i toss and turn attempting to shake off the dreams that tie me to my bed, and brace for the 20 degree run that i hope will spur some sense of purpose other than a nap before work. I bookmark useless sites, from Marie Osmond fainting, to american idols toppling, Katy Perry puking, and teenage Abigail William's ranting. I try there gestures on,knowing that this will never amount to anything more than 10 minutes. But still i peruse, click, and save.