My sciatic nerve could unpinch itself any time now and I’d be a happy girl.

My brain is suspiciously quiet this morning.  I suspect it’s up to no good.

Need more information.

I wish we got spring break off too.

It’s a Big Star kind of morning.

Less than 10% of graduating high school seniors in MI are prepared for college.  Let’s throw more money at the problem.  That’s worked so well so far.

I’m so glad we didn’t lose power.

I actually forget that Kevin Costner exists.

Apparently faking a smile is bad for your mental health.

Why is Bart Simpson trending on Twitter?

Extra glad I don’t live in Chicago today.  Every time I turn around there’s another reason to avoid that town.

Apparently it is Bart Simpson’s birthday.

I actually just said under my breath “Son of a gosh.”   WTF?

Wow.  Castro’s not dead yet?

Maybe my tooth is cracked.

I feel like if I look outside it’ll be springy even though I know it’s 16 degrees and covered in ice.

Now I want a cinnamon roll.

Chris Muir, you are awesome.  Thanks :)  I had no idea this was out there.

Also you should be reading Muir’s cartoon.

I am so cold.

Please hurry up and stop eating whatever crunchy thing it is that you’re eating because I’m tired of listening to you.

I am not having a happy hair day.  I’m thinking about dying the silver streak a nice plum color.

My job is giving me line hypnosis.

This is cool.

Four and a half hours of Big Star later I finally get to the Ballad of El Goodo.  It’s about time.

I need a universal translator to interpret these emails.  This stuff is crazy.

We’re supposed to get more freezy rain tonight.  That hardly seems fair.

American Spectator, I am seriously considering unsubscribing to your emails.  Really.  Take it down a notch.

I feel like people are staring at me this week.  It’s a very strange thing.

If gas prices continue to climb I’m not even going to be able to afford to drive to work.

Oh it’s Oscar weekend.  I will not be watching.

I think I might be somnambulating.

She has been bitching about her boyfriend since she walked in the door this morning.  How many ways can you rehash your fight?  Either make up or move on already.

Maybe I need a logo.  I like the Ruger logo.  I want a t shirt with just the Ruger logo on it.  Maybe I just need Legos.

I feel like I’m going to go to my grave yelling “NO!  Miss is NOT a suffix!”

I.  wow.  Interesting.  This is just a giant mess.  And no one listened to me.  Whatever.

Refill refill refill.  Yes or no.  I don’t know!

This day has rapidly turned to suck.  Wonderful.

No, I don’t think I’ll ever be crocheting my own Oprah doll, thank you very much.

I really think I should open a logic school.  I’d make a fortune.

And there’s the silver cloud in that lining.

We’ll try it large.  It might be too much.  The small is just so small.

Almost 40 degrees and the sun isn’t even up yet.  Spring is springing or something.

I feel like I’m forgetting something.

My nose wants to sneeze but I’m not sneezing.  I’m in sneeze limbo.

It’s dip day.  Yesterday was soup day.  These people eat too much.

I don’t really like soup.

Yes, I’m mostly jealous of women who get to stay home with their children all day.  Miss W has a birthday this week.  Sigh.

I hate these ear buds.

And they call us racist.

I love this skirt.

I also love corduroy.

Robocop.  Seriously.  I kinda love this too.

Spring break starts at the end of the month?  That seems early to me.

It’s a little toasty in here.

I might be bored.

Really.  Enough with the birther nonsense.  Let it go.

I’ll bet you five dollars that the Institute will make no mention of Chappaquiddick within its walls. No thank you.

Speaking of 5 dollar bets, you lost Red.  Pay up.

HAhahahahahahahaha!

Stupid no cupcake rule.  Our school is run by hippies.

I should set up a paypal where all of my droves of readers can donate to keep Random nonsense and better than average photography posts going … and send my arse to Comic Con next year.

Comic Con requires flying.  I love flying.  I loathe TSA.

One of the secretaries just told me I have a good hair day going.  So nice!

I could do with a good thunderstorm.

I can think of twelvety things I like better than listening to the woman in the next cube bitch and whine and yell at her husband on the phone.

I cannot be held responsible for anyone’s inability to decipher sarcasm.

Really, lady, we can still hear you, even when you whisper.

New Buffalo Tom album out soon.  I hate to say I was kind of disappointed with their last one.

Dear God, we’ll never be rid of them.

I have so many mixed feelings about this Dark Shadows film.  (Memories of Friday nights spent at Manda’s house in her parents living room watching the remake series and then catching up on the original via laser disk spring to mind.)   I adore Tim Burton.  He is my all time favorite director and his films are the only ones I will not miss in the theater.  But Johnny Depp again?  I like Johnny Depp.  He and Burton work well together.  But.  How bout some variety?  There are other actors out in the wide world that could surely capture the essence of Burton.  I hope this film doesn’t end up taking itself too seriously.  Planet of the Apes, anyone?

Why am I so hungry?

I think we need to open a window.

Oh dear.

Subliminal.

Forks!

Oh no, don’t ring now … I’m busy wasting time.

WHY don’t I have this Chris Isaak album? Must be rectified.

I am more ready for Spring than I realized.

634.

Now I want Dunkin.

Who turned off my Greasemonkey?

I had no idea a phone could vibrate that loudly.

I don’t think that turtles would make very good ninjas at all.

I hate it when I finish a book at work.

The Mister is a very funny man.

Bless me!

I.Am.So.Antsy.

Blah blah blah.

I don’t understand hippies or hipsters.  Oy.

Oops.

Yes, she just said “allen ranches”.

I think I should wear a skirt again tomorrow.

#Pizza, it’s what’s for dinner.

Bad is good, baby.  Down with government!