Yesterday morning I went to the gym. I have to get up at 4:20 a.m. in order to get to the gym, do my entire routine, get back, and be ready in time to leave the house at 7 a.m. And yesterday I couldn't bring myself to hop on the elliptical or the treadmill and so I got onto a recumbent bike, from which position its really easy to watch VHS or MTV. So that's what I was doing. And I saw the music video that goes along with Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" song. It's odd, but that's what she does so I was expecting something along those lines. And at the beginning of the song she and her dancers look like aliens. Part two of my lengthy explanation of my title "Am I really part of the human race?": The writer of this professionally done blog I read recently commented that her 10-month old son started to sleep through the night. Before that point she had considered giving up because the waking up every night with no recourse was slowly eroding away her human...
Two of we, plus three of ours, makes five of us.