Play that funky music

I've been in quite the funk the past couple days; I just can't seem to get into a good routine. Admittedly, I'm not great at rolling with the punches and changing my plans.

To lift my spirits this morning, I tried riding to work with the sunroof open, to feel the cool breeze before these heels hit the pavement of corporate America. The result was a bug stuck in my lip gloss. It just seems like that kind of week.

In an effort to get back on track with Operation 10.30 (fit into the dress hanging in the guest room), I've scheduled a meeting with this guy tonight. You love him, but you hate him.

The infamous Tony Horton. I saw him nearly every day last summer. Yet now, when I need him most, I can't seem to get it together.

Motivation, where are you?