Worst web log I personally know of.

I felt normal today, as evidenced by the fact that I was speeding in my inappropriately unreinforced low-to-the-ground non-momish enonomy kid car on the way to work while listening to "Fire it Up" by Modest Mouse which has approximately one more day before it becomes a sports anthem, a la Who Let the Dogs Out, so enjoy it while you can. Which means, enjoy it today. Incidentally this band hails from an unlikely suburb peopled by trophy wives with tight designer workout clothes and big SUVs that I could throw a rock from my current location and hit without really aiming.

The point of my post is this: if you ever have a kid, it might take about a year for you to feel normal again, so budget for that.