Be here now.

Things I learned over the long weekend:

Do not drink 4 cups of coffee on a Friday at 9 PM. I was awake allll night, which is both good and bad.

Sleeping till noon makes days feel like they are 12 hours long.

8 hours of football is Too Much Football.

I'd rather eat vegetable medley and gruel than anything at On the Border.

D and I make KILLER chicken soup from scratch. I think the snow helped.

Cha cha basic.

I'm supposed to be a farmer.

Shoes!

But... Where's the danger (I dunno, On the Border could have been a brush with biohazard)? The excitement? ARGH! At least I'm not complacent. At least I fight against what seems inevitable - descent into maddening, hopeless routine. Ah, but it's so pleasantly distracting to dream about the wonderful after-work nap that awaits me, er... After work! Unless I decide to commence the nap early (I mean, why procrastinate?), which is called a during-work nap. But, knowing myself, the after-work nap will probably be removed from the schedule in favor of more exciting things, such as cooking dinner (which may involve danger, certainly destruction, and I hope not biohazard). Now that I've ticked danger and destruction from my list of things-to-do, where is the adventure and thrilling excitement? I guess a trip to the Raleigh Wal-Mart is in order. I bet we'll find unknown terrain, vile creatures and perhaps a good old-fashioned exorcism taking place?

Speaking of descent into madness, we watched a PBS special last night on lobotomy. That is some freaky shit. I had nightmares of icepicks and hammers and craziness, in between being awakened by Jesper's adoring, lonely kitty hugs.

So. If I ever go insane, NEVER give me a lobotomy.

Must. Not. Blog. About. WORK! Mustnot!

And I should remove "nonsense" as a label for posts, since I tend to write mostly nonsense anyways. It's my default. I should change it to "actually making sense," a much more rare occurrence.