"Well, I think you're wonderful..."

[capri0mni]

Oif -- looks like it might be one of those days...

First, before I indulge in my own whinging, and since so many of my f'list seem to be having bad, and/or frustrating days, I give you this Cute Overload link to cheer you up:

I'm crawling up your pantleg and you are powerless to stop me*

I ordered pizza delivery last night.** It never showed up. By the time I realized it wasn't going to arrive at all, it was a) after the pizza place had closed for the night, and b) too late to start cooking my own dinner. I got my calories for the evening with a bowl of shredded wheat, soynut butter, and instant mashed potatos with lots of milk.

I don't sleep well, when my tummy is not full. In the half waking, half sleeping state, the feeling / image / phrase came to me that my mind was fluttering around like a bat. And I said, in my mind's voice, to whomever might be listening, that while I like bats, I don't like it when my brain flutters around like one.

I have absolutely no recollection of what I dreamt. But whatever it was, Madonna's song "Material Girl" was stuck in my head from the very moment I woke up. It's still there, over two and a half hours later.

*head desk*

Where did that come from? I don't even like Madonna's music.

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*ETA: Oh, oh, oh! and the very next entry in Cute Overload was this C. Barsotti cartoon from the New Yorker. C. Barsotti was my dad's favorite New Yorker cartoonist; he'd clip the cartoons out of the magazine and pin them up on the bathroom wall, around the mirror, and stick them on the fridge. One specific one I remember showed a teary-eyed man on a psychologist's couch, and the psychologist (with note pad and pencil) was a dog; the caption read: "Well, I think you're wonderful..."

**A small eggplant pizza with a side order of garlic knots (bread "sticks" rolled into a half hitch before baking, drenched with olive oil, sprinkled with fresh minced garlic, and liberally dusted with dried basil and parmasan cheese). I'll try again tonight. Heck, the check is already made out, and everything...

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[leenah.livejournal.com]

oh my!!!! that kitten!!!!!


nothing has ever trumped stonehenge as my background of choice until this. though i might be forced to go back to stonehenge because i scrunch up my face in the 'omg cyooot!!' thing, and i may not be able to work that way.