By David Himmel

• Catching up after falling behind when in a mad dash to get ahead before leaving on vacation is an exercise in hysteria. Or god-like control.

• Clocking in at 3 a.m. when the bit of work is the last thing on your day’s to-do list couples a sense of mania with the feeling of awesome productivity.

• Then again, how effectively productive were you if you’re going to be wrapping your day up at 5 a.m.? Putz.

• The general feeling of exhausted rage over the ongoing abortion/women’s healthcare debate is further proof that individuals should be left alone to do their own thing with their own family and their own bodies. Let’s keep this simple right here: Many pro-life people are not pro-life but pro-birth and anti-choice. And until they begin celebrating their birthdays nine months before the day they were actually born, the argument doesn’t hold much amniotic fluid. And there’s a reason we have birth certificates and death certificates. These are bookmarks of life. So until there’s a conception certificate or, as I just stated, the date on the birth certificate is the exact date of conception, the pro-life/anti-choice argument is weak. Figure it out. Not that you need it, but I support you in having your beliefs and feelings, whatever they may be. So long as they don’t infringe on mine or anyone else’s. That goes for all people and all topics. Please, everyone, bugger off. We’re all so tired. And no woman wants an abortion. What they want is quality healthcare. 

• There has to be a trick to tricking myself into drinking more water every day.

• A packed bag, a small road trip through unfamiliar countryside, and days in sunshine and salt water are all things necessary for me to reset, recharge, and clear my head and soul to make room for something new. Onward, putz.