+ Lately I’ve had the perpetual feeling that I have something stuck in my teeth. No amount of flossing or brushing or rinsing or FRANTICALLY PICKING has been able to remedy it. This is, as you might have expected, driving me bat-shit-crazy.

+ I finally saw The Kite Runner, and though my reaction is probably deserving of its very own post, for some reason, I just can’t get the sentences to form like I want them to. In short: I think the movie was about as good as it could be when stacked up against such literary greatness. There were some major (to me) things that were missing from the movie, but I guess a 6 hour The Kite Runner wouldn’t have been as well received. The movie already had its work cut out for it; dramas about Afghanistan aren’t exactly a thriving market these days. That is a whole other post though. A whole other post that nobody wants to read.

+ Still not working out, and the dog stood up yesterday, looked me in the eyeballs and said, “Woman. You can not punish me for digging in the yard when it is my God-given right as a dog to go on walks and you won’t take me. I HAVE TO GET THE ENERGY OUT. I LIVE IN A METAL BOX.” And even though I totally understand her point, I still get totally enraged every single time I peek out the window if she’s doing anything but sitting perfectly still and/or shining her halo.

+ I’ve had the new Madonna single stuck in my head for about three days now. Also for the last three days, I have been up past midnight. I haven’t been up past midnight for three consecutive days since at least 2005. I think God is punishing me for my sleep in digressions with the bad music on repeat in my head.

+ And as a final bit of whining, I’ll mention that I’ve had a zit on my cheekbone for the last week–the kind of zit that I can see out of the corner of my eye, giving me the perpetual feeling that I have something on my face. That zit is never going to go away because about thirty times a day I absentmindedly try to rip it off, thinking that it’s… something that can be removed. Smooth.