List.

In no particular order...

• My car (known as Roxy Roller or Foxy from the Roxy) came down ill and I took the bus to and from work every day for a week. This sucked donkey balls.
• I've lost 12 pounds so far on my Weightwatchers diet. This would be awesome if I didn't start out at 12 pounds over the heaviest I had ever previously been, but I'm still happy to report I'm down to the second heaviest I've ever been.
• I came down ill and took a Monday off, part of which I spent contemplating whether I was feverish or undergoing total menopause during Judge Judy. I've since concluded: feverish.
• While I was away from work sweating and shaking that Monday, Darcy unexpectedly came to see me -- at work. He left me a cute little note, and I haven't heard from him since. I actually haven't seen him at all since Valentine's Day. Our receptionist described him as an extremely good-looking young man, but isn't he a little young for me? Darcy is actually older than I am. Our receptionist is a passive-aggressive bitch.
• I learned that girls in grade eight are having anal sex from discussions overheard while I was taking the bus. Apparently, "your ass can't make a baby." Tell that to somebody who's perpetually constipated.
• Two different friends are getting married in shot-gun style weddings in March. One just before the baby arrives, and one some time after the baby dropped. I'm not sure what kind of happy I feel.
• Darcy has invited me in online conversations past to drop by and visit him at one of his nearby construction sites. The last sunny day a friend and I attempted to do that under the guise of just happening to be going for a walk in the neighborhood. I was too chickenshit to ask any of the guys standing around if Darcy was nearby and so my friend and I ended up walking by just clutching each other and laughing. It was just like being in grade eight all over again...minus all the anal action.
• I promise you this will be the only post of mine featuring the words, "anal action." Ever.

That is all.