My mom found an old notebook from college, from the crazy old stickers, hilarious side margin notes, and website ideas where I should have been paying attention to whatever class I was in; hello nostalgia.

Realizing I’ll never say anything that gets as popular as my Power Ranger tweet on Twitter ever again. I’ve peaked. I want to thank Jake for inspiration, this beer, and my mom for banning the show when I was a kid to make me need to rebel and watch it.

Preparing for this week’s podcast episode. We’re not going to be able to record until Friday, but there’s so much to talk about. What a crazy, and admittedly kinda sad, week.

After two non-fiction books in a row, I think it’s time to mix things up and get back into some make believe. #currentlyreading

My week of bad sports karma continues. This time in person. Was a good game at least — unsure how to appease sports karma gods into letting me out of the dog house.

For as long as I can remember I’ve had this habit of pacing while thinking — often while needing something in my hands to play with. Picked up this little guy to be my new thinking ball after the cat destroyed my previous tennis ball friend.