Are You There, Orville? It's Me, Angie.

This morning my brain feels like a pan of popping popcorn -- thoughts flying every direction with some idea-kernels lying lazy and unpopped on the bottom of my brain (which, coincidentally, smells a little like burning oil). Since I feel unable (read:unmotivated) to formulate a thoughtful blog entry this morning, I thought I'd dump a heaping serving of my brain-popcorn in a bowl for you. Enjoy.



*pop*

Today I learned that my recent digestive issues are less likely to been derived from Swine Flu and more likely related to tossing back too much Magnesium supplements. I'm crazy like that.

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I am not going to worry about the state of my house when my friend comes over today.

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John makes the best omelettes in the history of eggs. I think he should open an omelette restaurant and call it "Omelette You Eat My Eggs."

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The in-between part of growing one's hair out is an unfortunate time of futile creativity and hat-wearing.

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I can look at a pile of cat vomit and usually tell which one of my cats deposited it. Is that weird or just plain gross?

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Co-directing teenagers in a school play is exhilerating and exhausting all at the same time. Some of them need help projecting their voices and some are always projecting their voices.

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I never thought I'd say this, but I want to see the new Star Trek movie*

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Can Danny Gokey pleeeeeeze leave American Idol soon? And take whoever has been dressing him?

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I want a cute teapot. My friend has a great clear teapot and these gorgeous bulbs that blossom in the tea while it is steeping. Sooooo cool. I want that.

*pop*

*pop*

*sizzle*

*burning oil smell*

*thick smoke*

*fire alarm*