I really did. However, there’s just no funny in me right now. I’m tired. I’m cranky. I’m feeling pretty cruddy about myself and my life right now. I know, I know — what’s not to love about poo episodes and broken girlbits and crazy kids who do things like stair-surfing with a laundry basket or mooning their friends? I mean, I’m living the dream; right?

But today? Not so much. I won’t bore you with a lot of emo crap here because really? Who wants to read that? Hell, I don’t even want to write that. Suffice it to say that I feel like I’m nowhere near as grownup as someone approaching their 34th birthday ought to be, and while I know what to do to change that…well, I don’t wanna!! (Yes, read that with a whine and footstomp a la a tantruming four year old.)

What I do want is to win the lottery and/or become an overnight comedy sensation at an open mic night. Unfortunately, neither of these options is looking too probable right now. I’m pretty sure that we’d have to buy lottery tickets to win the lottery, so there goes that idea. And I’m pretty sure that there aren’t going to be major talent scouts and agents hanging out in some small-town dive looking for the next big thing.

So, it looks like I have to put my big girl panties on and grow up already. Man, I hate that.