***NOTE: I posted this in the early evening hours, but it only showed up to me. Huh? This happened once before. I don't get it.
My brain is bored. It really doesn't want to think. Actually, it's downright refusing to think or be witty. I'm convinced it's rebelling against my rather pathetic social life (i.e. nonexistent to an embarrassing degree social life).
At this moment, I would love to post something clever or devastatingly interesting, but...yeah, nothing.
So, I reckon you're about to embark on another mind dump post. Sorry about that.
* Now that my AMP shirt is broken in, perhaps it will work better for Dale. Last weekend wasn't bad--he had the lead for a time and even recorded the fastest lap of the race.
* Mascara ads bug me. Do they really think we're that stupid to believe they aren't using false lashes on the models? I mean, really. You are so not going to paint on some mascara and get lashes that look like that.
* What's with my dreams lately? They are so screwy. Last night I had a dream about my toilet overflowing. Really? Is this as good as it gets now? Have my dreams even given up on something better than a crappy overflowing crapper?
* At about 2 a.m. the other morning, I heard a howl. At first, I thought my past-life werewolf date may have reemerged, but soon realized it was a very real animal howl. It was eerie as all get out. Unless...Alcide? Here, puppy, puppy.
Yeah, so, that's my post. *shakes head*