First off, could my last post have been any snobbier? After I read it I was like, "Jesus, how many times can I possibly name drop Dostoevsky?" In all sincerity though, I do enjoy his books, and some do consider him one of the greatest novelists of all time, so it's not like it's all that obscure or hard to understand. I think maybe I like the combination of the fact that his stories are very dark, but take place in the 19th century, so they're not really *depressing* per se since I can't quite relate.

Ok, onto the fact that I'm as big as a house at the moment and I can barely stand to look at myself. Everyone thinks that having a dog is fantastic for exercise, but that's a total misconception. Well, probably once your dog is old enough to be capable of walking for more than ten feet without stopping it works out great. But for now my level of inactivity rivals that of Jabba the Hut and there's only five weeks left until we get the beach house. I need some sort of stressful event in my life that will worry me so much that I completely lose my appetite for a few months. You know, like a wedding. That worked out pretty well last year.