My head is feeling better.  It still hurts.  But it’s a little better.

I keep getting spam for singles over 50 in my area.

I won the pickle.  Mister said I’d never win the pickle.  I said I’d never win the pickle.  I won the stupid pickle.

I could use another 12 hours of sleep.

I learned a new word today, thank you Thaddeus McCotter.  Anile.

She’s not talking about horses.  I thought she was talking about horses.  She’s talking about snowmobiles.  That was weird.

There is nothing to do.  I hate being at work with nothing to do.

I think it’s just about time to read Sense and Sensibility again.

I think Powers Boothe looks like Gregory Peck.  But Gregory Peck is more attractive.

Woman on the other side of this very large room has now said into the phone “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me” 5 times.  Probably you should keep it down.  Make that 8 times.

Super mega clearance plus coupon at Old Navy dot com and nothing I like in my size.  Probably a good thing.

I think Miss W wants to read the Chronicles of Narnia.  That would be good.  The only one I ever read was The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe and it’s been about 25 or so years.

Why do people refer to French Press as if it’s the beverage?

Rhetoric.  Hyperbole.  Pretension.  Hypocrisy.

The release date on the new Dresden was changed.  Sigh.

Maybe I can do homework and take a quiz.  I really don’t think anyone would care.

I’ve never been to Georgia.

I’m pretty ordinary.  Most people who claim to be something other are usually pretty ordinary.

I think I need a Sprite.

My keyboard needs a trip through the dishwasher.  Disgusting.

I freaking love this blog.

Animal Crackers should always come in boxes.

I may have a Diet Coke problem, it’s true.  But it’s better than a crack problem.  Or a cookie problem.  Or a mini Krackel problem.

Residual migraine med dizziness.  Catches me off guard.  Whoo!

Coincidences are rarely as interesting as you’d think they’d be.

I think I need a haircut.

Dammit.  I’m going to have to shoot that group photo again.

My spam filter cracks me up.

This is beauty.

Ouch.

I still dress like a tom boy most of the time.  I can’t give up my Docs.  Well I could if someone were to purchase me a kick ass rockabilly wardrobe.

I wish I had Mary Louise Parker’s hair.

Yodeling astounds me.

Sometimes I wish very much that we could just pack up and move very far away.

Sometimes I wish we lived on a ranch.

I have a teeny crush on Nick Gillespie but I suspect I’m not Libertarian enough for him.

I miss Millennium.

It’s ok.  Really.

Upon hearing this song for the first time ever, I must share.  So good. Thank you, redhead.

Dear God.  Today’s sign of the apocalypse – Backstreet Boys and New Kids on the Block are touring this summer.  Together.  Shudder.

Eating animal crackers reminds me of being pregnant.

I never dated Charles Manson.

Is there an on kilter?

Yikes.

Winter is starting to wear me out.  I just want to hibernate.

Sometimes the sound of keyboards clacking around me is the single most irritating thing in the world.  How did I get here?

Oh, honey.  No.

I really want to get a new rocking chair.  I miss knitting in a rocking chair.  One of those glider ones.

Cacophonous.

There are more applications in this stack than I thought.

I’m so sleepy this is just boring everyone else to zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I don’t think she has stopped complaining since she got here this morning.

I am really not fond of January.

If we allow women in combat will we then require that women 18 and older register for selective service?  And why do we still require anyone to register since we no longer use the draft?

Oooh six more states have joined the lawsuit against Obamacare.  Dear POTUS and Harry Reid, this should tell you something.  Get a clue already.

Repeal vote in House today.

I always like the house on the Brady Bunch.

This morning Miss W discovered the note I wrote her a few days ago on the dry erase board on the fridge.  It made her smile.

I wish I had more windows in my house, although I don’t know where I would put them.  I hate our carpeting.

Since Deadwood is over we started watching Weeds.  That show is funny stuff.

Oh taxes.  Yay.

I would like to start the In Death series over again from the beginning.  I wish I had them all.  I’m reading #28 right now.  This is one of those instances where an ereader of some kind would be handy.

Poor algebra.  No one likes you.

The windchill is supposed to be 20 below this weekend.  I think having to get out of bed to be at work by 7 on a Saturday in January when the expected high is 13 with a windchill of -20 is just cruel.

Well that’s just terrible.

It is officially Diet Coke time.

I only remember having one slumber party as a kid.  I remember I got in trouble because Jennifer Smith was telling a dirty joke.  We must have been in 1st or 2nd grade.

Vaguely specific.  Entirely irritating.  I have no idea what I even just read.

Maybe it’s the nuance.  I hear conservatives are incapable of nuanced thought.  Maybe that’s why I don’t get it.

I need to get on this Tunisian thing.

I just don’t speak Neurotic 30 Something.

Aw hell.  I’m about to run out of crap to do.

Good coupons in my email!

I like being a tourist in my home state.

This just sickens me.

Squinchy.

Somewhere in the vicinity of this desk is a mini Krackel.  Krackle?  Chocolatey ricey goodness.

There it is, next to the pepper spray.  Krackel.

Pick. Up. Your. Feet.  skathump skathump skathump.  argh.

I’m so bored with my hair.

Gooftacular.  Adorable.  Whatevah.

Listening too long, but then …