It seems I have forgotten a large number of the things I was going to write today. I wish I could remember those things and forget everything else, though at least some of them were probably about the things I don't want to remember, so perhaps it's best that I forgot them. *nods*

Egads... I have been posessed by the spirit of Blogging Yogi Berra.

No one. Is ever. Going to talk. To me. Again.

I now have Bermuda shorts.

Mmm... it's peppermint... so soothy... ok, you talked me into it.

Would it really be rational to have another cup of tea?

I just don't know what to do with the daylight.

There are these red spots on one page of my library copy of "Prozac Nation" which I really, really hope are tomato sauce and not blood.

I finally told me MIF to fuck off. I said, "You have no regard for how your actions affect other people." Truer words have not been spoken from mountaintops.

Two days til my birthday. Refugees of war-torn Middle Eastern nations who have nothing but one goat are in a more celebratory mood than I.

After all, they have a goat.

What Natural Disaster are you?

Whoo hoo! I am RISUSA THE TSUNAMI!!

Funny phrase of day: "My fairy keeps getting caught!" - Dork who wears big silver fairy ring (i.e., me).

Runner-up: "Have you ever wondered how crazy people tie their shoes?" - Me again, slightly drunk, watching crazy person flail about in pub.

Hey, I'm on a roll.

Eh.