J thinks that this blog holds him out to be a bad depiction of him as my best friend. He thinks that people would view his narrations as irritating at best. [I’m not entirely sure how he comes to that conclusion. He’s the best thing I have to a conscience sometimes.] But look, he’s the first thing I’m blogging about on my month long endeavor.He’s the one that bought me my Meditating Cow for no reason last week. [I think he wanted me to stop being a sad cow, and it really did work. Thank you.] So who else has a meditating cow? I thought as much. I also thought I’d share the serenity with the rest of you.
This is what I have to remind me that when I’m feeling like a stubborn cow and don’t feel like writing, all you really need is just a black and white kimono and a red pillow. And sake. Lots of sake.