My imagination is a little too vivid for comfort. I'm very sleepy this afternoon, and I've started imagining nodding off and impaling my eye on the pencil that's always in my hand when I'm proofreading.

You know those movies where zombies are taking over the world? That's what I was reminded of yesterday on Survivor (what, you thought you were getting away without my weekly update?) when the soulless members of Shii Ann's tribe voted her out. That leaves Jake and Jan as the only likable survivors. It would be refreshing to have someone their age win.
I light a candle for you, Devil Girl (sniff sniff).

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"How can you fly with eagles when you are dealing with turkeys?"

I'm in a pissy mood this morning.
I still don't understand morning people. What's wrong with them? Are they just insane?