7:13 a.m.

there's nothing like starting your day with a mocha carmel in one hand, apple crumb cake on the table, and david gray's "shine" leading off the music rotation while I proof some typing.

it was still dark outside (when I started this), which (for some reason) makes everything seem even quieter here, even though there were three guys sitting by the fire chatting about the ghetto meijer (or "the club" as one guy called it, saying that's where lots of people go after the bars and the bob close, which I never knew) and the difference between a fistfight and using a gun. I don't make this stuff up. and they were older (like mid 30's) so I think it was more a commentary on the state of society as opposed to debating fighting strategies with the purpose of espousing one or the other. (though still not really the kind of conversation you want to hear while sitting a corner, the only exit blocked...though there were plenty of empty chairs I could have fought with if necessary...and I can be feisty when I need to...and loud...)

and now I totally forgot what I was talking about. see? fighting only distracts us from what we really want to be doing.


I discovered something about myself last night. I was sending a message to a friend of mine when I realized that after I would type a sentence, I would read it back over in my mind (I'm constantly proofing -- I can't help it!) but when I got to the period, I would intentionally (but subconsciously) GRIN really hard. almost as if my grin was trying to imprint itself into that sentence. but I did it after every sentence! it was so wierd...and I never really knew I did it. so, if I ever send you a message, you can trust that I probably was grinning at you through every sentence...though I probably make other facial gestures, too...(I just caught myself frowing at that sentence, with my lips puckered over to one side).

last night my husband called me a geek for knowing star trek trivia, and this is certainly not helping my image of normalcy. shoot.

beam me up, scotty.