1:43

Last night, I had a dream that British police staged the kidnapping of Julian Assange and murdered him in a London pub.  I've been afraid all day that it's really going to happen.

11:59

I didn't want to jinx it before, but now I feel safe in stating that I haven't bitten my fingernails in almost three weeks.  I feel a bit like an adult.  I've even started pointing at things more often.  Of course, it's just as well because as soon as they started creeping toward a normal length, the eczema I haven't experienced since childhood returned, so I've just been using them to scratch deliriously at my neck and forearms.

12:49

I spent this past weekend surrounded by my boyfriend's extended family at housewarmings, board game nights and christening parties.  There's nothing like meeting-and-greeting fifty normal people to make the four you're related to seem all the stranger.

4:00

It seems like a disproportionate number of songs I've heard on the radio lately are about cannibalism.

3:13

My father drives what I have to assume is the only Prius with an NRA sticker on the bumper.  Make of this what you will.

5:58

I've never been a fan of show tunes or musical theatre, but, oh man, I can't help but enthusiastically clean something when I hear Julie Andrews.

1:46

I might be the least patient person I know.  I don't even like waiting for bad things to happen.  It has nothing to do with wanting to get them over with, either; it's that I would rather have whatever bad feelings are coming my way than the anxiety that precedes them.