When I’m as tired as I am today, running on about an hour of sleep and countless cups of tea, the world just seems less welcoming. Every task that’s necessary to perform becomes five times as arduous, leading to my development of a variety of coping mechanisms.

With conviction, I can say that nary a day has passed that my mother hasn’t hoped to find her mother.

John and I have decided to go vegetarian, dairy-free, and gluten-free. To John, this means stocking our refrigerator with a seemingly endless supply of Falafel King.

Each lid is, in actuality, a Kokopelli of plastic, appearing harmless, and even sexy with all of its smooth contours…

And on the cover of Sarah Palin’s book, Going Rogue, there is a picture of her standing amongst the clouds, with a far off look in her eyes. She was probably looking at Russia.

In about an hour, I have to drive on snowy streets. I’m dreading it. I hate driving on snowy streets. Maybe it would be different if I drove something other than a ‘98 Mazda Protege that’s lost all four hubcaps and makes a high-pitched squeal when the temperature sinks below 75 degrees, whether it’s stationary [...]

I yelled out, “Thank you, Jeeves!” And then I thought fondly of Evelyn Waugh until I sat before my computer to eat a piece of cinnamon raisin toast and a sausage. It was only then that I realized it was dark and gloomy out.

Back then, having longer hair, or hair in uncommon places on one’s body (and I mean one’s own hair, mind you) was a cry of protest against the war and a call back to a time when everything was wild and free and peaceful and artistic and when humans were in-tune with nature, their own bodies and copious amounts of hallucinogens.

It’s fairly early in the morning and although it’s not quite 8, I’m already showered, dressed and charged with enough power to get me through the day. I feel like I have an adrenaline rush.

Dearest John;
It was I who stole your cocoa dusted almonds. I’m very sorry. I wanted to leave this letter for you, so that you won’t blame your innocent and lovely girlfriend, Tasha. Also, I will replace them if you absolutely need me to, but that will have to be after my return from the Bermuda [...]