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Yay for Christine for saving me money by bringing in huge pans of pasta, sauce, and salad from Olive Garden to share at work. I heart carbs.

Have you ever bitten into a peanut M&M that doesn't have a peanut in it? Kinda makes you feel for a moment like the entire universe has gone out of whack. Then you remember that it's just an M&M and you end up feeling pretty silly - still, it reminds you never to take anything for granted. You can count on that peanut all you want, but it's not always going to be there.

Wow, I'm actually a little proud of that M&M bit. My brain is playing to the lowest common denominator right now, I guess.

In eleven days, Eric has posted three times and I have posted fifteen. Something must be done; there needs to be some sort of pulley-like adjustments to make those numbers closer to even.

I have no La Mancha rehearsal until next Monday. That is an exceedingly long time to go without seeing these people to whom I have become so accustomed.

Who cares what Julia Roberts named her babies? I think Hazel and Phinneas are lovely names, frankly. But if you think they're goofy names, who cares? Same with Gwyneth - so she named her kid Apple. No need to have a cubicle pow-wow just because the best you could come up with for your kid was Jim.

Why does it bother me when people tell me to have a good day? Is it because I don't like being told what to do, or because I know it's just an automated thing people say at the end of conversations without really caring what happens to me once they hang up the phone? It's one thing if I'm talking to J and he says "have a good day, honey" - I know he means it. But some paralegal demanding that I have a good day...I would rather they say "I hope you have a nice day." That way, it's not a command, just a preference. I guess I'm a little strange for not just being grateful for everyday pleasantries - "Have a nice day" is still better than being punched in the face at the end of a conversation.