Tolstoy, I'm sure he's good. I may never know.

I have been so distracted lately. I can't really concentrate on anything for very long. Sleep has been hard to come by. Coupled with some truly wonderful migraines, I am a real joy to be around. I have been reading Anna Karenina for a month, and have only gotten 121 pages into it. Every time I turn on the tv, all I every see is some celebrity/star who is dancing/skating with someone, or Paula Abul (nuff said). I'm a bit bitter. Is it too much to ask that the Sopranos come back already? I mean, is it just me, or do all other stay at home moms want to see some asses blasted after a tough day at preschool?

And- that damn horse, Petty, keeps running out of our house.