Hmmmm…still cook­ing din­ner and it’s almost 11:30. This doesn’t feel right.

Had a crusty in my eye the entire Tai Chi class, and no one told me! Either my class­mates didn’t notice or were too embarassed for me.

You know you have a happy cat when she sleeps next to your head and you can’t hear your music over the sound of her purr.

Society started brush­ing teeth/looking in the mir­ror at night in case peo­ple ate ice cream sand­wiches and got choco­late on their mouths.

Nickelback named band of the decade by Billboard. Winners: none. Losers: humanity.

John just wished me “sweet dreams” as we got off the phone. It was vaguely homo-erotic.

Wow, I thought com­pletely self-serving com­ments died with the blog­ging explo­sion of 2003.

In my gut, I believe he’s lying to pro­tect me.

I’m con­flicted about the Mac word-of-the-day screen­saver. I hate the visual style, but it’s such an invalu­able resource for new words.

I can’t think of any­thing more relax­ing than shov­el­ing snow on a mild winter’s night. (As opposed to being in a rush right before work)

Hmmm. 4 gigs of page outs to a swap file. Methinks my Mac Pro could use some more RAM. Definitely buy­ing 16 gigs soon.

“Petty” is def­i­nitely the right word.