Maybe Twitter is a better medium for my nonsensical thoughts.

I am willing to drive 15 miles and back for a piece of ice cream cake.

I managed to close the store successfully last night, even though I was worried I had totally biffed it.

Watching lots of TV = knitting lots of sock. Maybe when this is done, I will actually start on a blanket instead of yet another pair of socks.

The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert is a stunning masterpiece of cinema.

Folding laundry sucks. I don't mind the sorting, the washing, etc., but folding can bite my shiny metal ass.

I have to go eat my ice cream cake before it melts.