It’s beautiful outside. It was hard forcing myself into my office this morning. How nice it would be to sit on a quiet beach, looking out over the ocean. Feeling the warm sun and the sand between my toes. No resonsibilities. No stress. Utter relaxation.

A few years ago, Lisa and I went to an all inclusive resort in Mexico. It was a wonderful trip (in retrospect). I still remember that one afternoon when I actually submitted to a massage. And then afterwards I sat outside, looking out at the water. It was the most relaxing moment of my life. I would love to recapture it. Yet, how is it possible when everything seems so grave? I feel like I am peering over a cliff. Rising gas prices, violence, insane presidential candidates, inflation, recession, depression, terrorism, marxism, etc… Maybe this is the absolutely perfect time to get away.

Made myself a cup of coffee. Still angry at Dunkin’ Donuts. Will probably be angry with them until I am running late and need coffee and then I will forgive them.

Installed Firefox 3 under the recommendation of my father. LOVE IT! At least so far. The full screen view is really nice.

Last night I watched The HULK by Ang Lee. It was terrible. BORING! I eventually just wandered away from the television set, I couldn’t take it. I will say I think the Hulk creature was better and more convincing but otherwise, it sucked. I also watched Onion: The Movie. Although I rarely read it anymore, I’ve always loved the Onion newspaper (and Weekly World News). The movie was cute. I enjoyed it.

I marched back to Dunkin’ Donuts and told the cashier, “This coffee smells funky and it tastes funky!”
The cashier grabbed it from me and replaced it with a new cup. This new cup wasn’t great, tasted a little burnt, but it was certainly better than the old one. I am glad I complained!

Just got to my office. Took a sip of the Dunkin’ Donuts medium coffee with cream I bought on my way out of the subway… BLECH! Tastes burnt and like there’s a faint flavor of something to it as if the urn was never rinsed out properly. They charge me $1.70 and they can’t even deliver a decent cup of Joe! Do I just throw it out or march back there and demand a better cup of coffee? I really need coffee right now. I feel I am trapped in a bowl of jello. Darn this situation! I am angry!

I actually went to bed at 9:30. I slept well. And then 5:30 came and 5:30 went. Finally at 6:30 I pulled myself up out of bed. Maybe I didn’t sleep well. What could explain all this sleep yet still feeling tired? Maybe I never entered delta sleep phase? Who knows.

Just found this Web site, Dinner Tonight. They have a section for recipes that take 30 Minutes or Less. So far I am loving what I am seeing but it doesn’t really alleviate my issue which is I have 0 food in my cupboards and fridge. It’s not that I am poor but I have a hard time getting to the grocery store and then when I do, the food usually goes bad before I have a chance to finish it off. It’s hard living on one’s own.

This reminds me of a crazy conversation I had at my dealership’s service center:
“How was work?” asked the mechanic as I arrived to pick up my car.
“It was fine, as long as I bring home the bacon, all is good”
“You don’t have a man to bring home the bacon for you?”
“Nope, I’m an independent woman- THROW YOUR ARMS UP AT ME!”
He looked at me, stunned. I guess he wasn’t expecting a Beyonce impression.

I was sent a joke via email yesterday. The subject was, “Garfield on the Oil Crisis.” Immediately I thought of the cartoon cat, because, let’s face it, no one remembers John Garfield anymore. It seemed strange to have Garfield the cat giving reasons as to why we are in the midst of an oil crisis. I mean, why Garfield? It’s a typed joke, there were no pictures of Garfield eating lasagna. Couldn’t they have used that old cartoon lady with a bad attitude, Maxine? Just odd.

Last night while I was doing my normal slum around the Internet, one of my favorite photoblogs had a picture of John Garfield posted. I guess this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I awoke this morning with very vivid memories of my dreams. I dreamed I was staying at a resort hotel and I somehow knew John Garfied was staying at the exact same place. I called him up and told him that I was a 19-year-old high school student writing an article on drunk driving and might I interview him? It seemed to work. He told me to dye my hair green, put it up in piggy tails and come to his room. The rest of the dream consisted of me jumping over barrels and dodging school buses, trying to get to John Garfield’s room to interview him. Odd.

My cousin Carla won!!!!!

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So what do you think the background is on this photo? Why was Micky wearing blush? He doesn’t seem too happy about getting his picture taken. Who could blame him? I am guessing the photographer ran away before Micky could get him. Why would someone take a picture like this? I guess the bigger question is why would I save it on my hard drive and actually post it? I found it years ago slumming around Web pages devoted to the Monkees. (I don’t do that anymore, at least on Wednesdays) It was certainly the strangest photo of any Monkee that I ever happened upon. And now I share it with all of you! Enjoy! 🙂