More random.

You know what sounds kind of fascinating and yet gross? A vegan cranberry, blueberry and mango bran muffin. It's not. I tell you, it's delicious. And filling.

Holy crap, I forgot how many muscles yoga makes me use. I'm a tad sore today. I overestimated my flexibility.

Goop in my eyes. Ugh.

A little known, unasked for fact about me: when I get irritated with someone for a repeated behavior (like P. taking reams of paper from my office and never replacing them), I tend to have a mental mantra of "Burnt French toast! Burnt French toast!" because once my sister B. had to clean up a mess my brother M. made while fixing French toast and she shouted that over and over and over. My brother M. remained unaffected and oblivious.

Song of the day. Ah, Norman Greenbaum.

Second runner up is the song I have playing as I edit and re-edit this post, but I can't find it online anywhere.

I feel I should be doing some actual work, but I don't know what it was I was supposed to be doing.

I don't get how people can hate all vegetables. Hate some, I totally understand. But ALL? Come on. You haven't TRIED them all. So many nice veggies out there.

I just ordered jeans online. I don't know why. I'm crazy? I figure if they don't work out, I just return them. The thought of going to a store and getting frustrated and more frustrated as I try on jean after jean depresses me. This way I'll be able to try them on at home, and when they don't work out walk around nekkid for the remainder of the day, just because.

Yeah, still feel like I'm supposed to be doing something important.

Night at the opera

I don't have a problem with opera, really. It's not a form of entertainment I particularly enjoy, but I don't hate it.

Unless it's being blared from an apartment across the street. For a solid hour.

Seriously, it has to stop or I'm going to go bonkers here.