tiredCinnamon roll pop-tarts spread with butter and nuked in the microwave for 30 seconds are divine.
Some days I'd just rather be reading blogs.
This made me laugh out loud, though: What everyone should know about blog depression (thanks to
cottontimer for the link!)O Brother Where Art Thou? was on TV tonight and I actually sat down and watched nearly all of it. I really like this movie. And it's the first time I've ever considered George Clooney to be acting and not just being himself, like he usually does with that little self-deprecating head-duck.
Tax refunds come this week. I can't remember if we're getting one. *fingers crossed, thumbs held*
10 favorite songs: We Close Our Eyes—Oingo Boingo, Something About You—Level 42, Build Me Up Buttercup—The Foundations, Frank Mills—Hair the Musical, Crazy Game—Indigo Girls, It Must Be Love—Rickie Lee Jones, If I Had My Way—Peter, Paul & Mary, Baby the Rain Must Fall—Glenn Yarbrough, Uncertain Smile—The The, On the Street Where You Live—My Fair Lady*
The cryk in my neck is creeping back, after only 3 days at work. waah!
I love logic problems, the kind you find in the Puzzle/Crossword magazines but I invariably get stumped halfway through and give up after staring blankly for some time at the little x's and o's. My mom, however, is a champion logic problem solver and whips through them in minutes. How come I didn't inherit that, Mom?
Really, I think this amount of tiredness is an indicator of some sort...of a higher than usual proportion...of tiredness.
Hey, do you hear that? I think it's my bed...calling me. Yep, definitely my bed. I can hear my pillow from here.
*Damn, it was hard to stop. That was supposed to be 6.
