I know the work I’m doing right now is really important–as in, it will still matter in a year kind of important. But you know what else is important? My sanity.

So I’m taking a break. To tell you some completely random things.

Justin Bieber is My Boyfriend

In my dreams, this is apparently true. The other night I had an actual dream where Justin Bieber was my boyfriend. Yes, I am 31 and not 13. He was trying to convince me to kiss him, and I was reluctant because, well, he’s not even legal. And even if he were, I still wouldn’t be down. He kept saying, “Come on! My lips are really soft . . . Just try it.” I could not make that up, people. Could NOT make that up. I’m still shuddering a little just thinking about it.

Intervals Make Everything Better

I know you’ll be shocked to hear that when my alarm went off at 6 AM, I didn’t want to get out of bed.

{I’ll give you a minute to sit down.}

But I made myself do it, because let’s face it, there’s no better remedy for stress than exercise. I threw on some questionably matching workout clothes, and drove to my new gym. Did I mention that it takes me about 3 minutes to get there? (<–KEY selling point) Then, I pounded out a kick a$$ interval workout that left me feeling like a new woman.

Here’s how it looked:

If you are feeling cranky beyond repair, do yourself a favor and try this workout. I’m like a new woman.

Intervals Make Me Hungry

I have been eating my face off today. Normally, I’m not all that hungry during the day and my meals are relatively light compared to the chowing down I do at dinnertime. Not today. I’m little miss snackypants over here. I even found some cashews in the office kitchen, which made me infinitely happy. My co-worker and I can’t stop cracking jokes about the deliciousness of the salty nuts . . . on second thought, maybe I am 13 years old.

I also ate a package of mini Mrs. Fields cookies that weren’t even good, but my food trap wanted them anyway.

I think I may actually be slap happy at this point, which in my opinion is far better than being stressed. This may seem counter-intuitive, but I’m erring on the side of sanity and just going with it for the moment.

OK, enough clowning around! Gotta get back to it!