It's that time of year when the sinuses start to get plugged, the nose begins to run, causing the embarrassing snort, the throat gets scratchy and dry like you've been gargling with, say, pop rocks. Or maybe kitty litter. I have never been quite so attractive as I am right now. Good times.
New Observations Time (nuevo tiempo de las observaciones):
(1) I'm not allowed to drive after watching any sort of action movie. Learned this with Seth. Because after watching action movies, I want to drive recklessly and fast, and try to pull doughnuts with the e-brake. Seriously.
(2) I am very inconsistent in my organizational skills. Like CD book is alphabetized by artist and by album within that artist, yet I can't seem to manage to ever put sweaters away. Or remember to make my bed. But all the shirts in my closet must be hung the same way, and in a specific color order. Definitely, definitely Judge Wapner.
(3) Have had very serious insomnia for the past month or so, to the point where I've had to drug myself to try to sleep. Last night I tried that and so my body was subcomatose but my mind was going, "heyheyheyheyheyheyhey....hey! you need some CORN POPS!! you should learn how to play...banjo! badumdadumdadum dodododeeeedoooo!" For about two hours.
(4) One of my favorite ways to waste time: McSweeney's Lists. I mean seriously. Who comes up with these? For example: Things I Might be Convinced to Give My Left Arm For. Or how about Five Things Rick Astley is Never Gonna Do. I lose days on that website. Also love the letters to people or entities unlikely to respond.
That's it, sinuses are...well...gross. No new thoughts.
Happy birthday to my nephew Luke, who's 1 today! Because clearly, he can read. And will notice if I say nothing. I live in fear. Hold me.
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