Ooo, I got a toy! No, I got a pedometer.

Every time I hear one of those moronic commercials for the McDonald's "adult happy meal," I'm torn between two distinct and equally derisive reactions: 1) why would anyone go to McDonald's if they really wanted a salad and a bottle of water? and 2) anything for which the qualifier "adult" is necessary cannot be a good thing. Makes me think of "adult diapers" and such like that.

Don't mind me; I'm just being weird

A few nights ago as I was trying to go to sleep I was wondering why I'm less happy now than when I spent my time worrying about school and money and life all the time, a mere few weeks ago. I decided that it was because I was not lonely then like I am now.

The last couple of nights I have dreamt that I was sleeping in my bed but not alone, and while I've had such dreams off and on for months now, I usually wake up to the unhappy realization that there's nobody there. This time it does not disappoint me when I wake up. Maybe I'm glad just to not feel alone for a time, even if it's only the time I'm sleeping.

Also...

The nice thing about international mail, besides the exotic postage and the possibility of labels in more than one language, is that even if your friend tells you you're getting something, it takes long enough to get here that I can forget about it and still be surprised.

Such is the case with the package I got today from the lovely miss_newham. In return for the much-overdue Stuart Davis CD I finally sent her this spring, she sent me cool things in return: I got a little notebook with cartoon musicians on the cover (she said she was "looking for something bassoony," and indeed, one of the pictures is of a bassoonist) and a comic she drew which I enjoyed very much--and now I see where some of her user icons come from, as well! She also told me her phone number and offered to let me sleep on her futon if stealthmunchkin turns out to be a murdering rapist or something equally difficult to live with.

Also, she can tell the future! The letter, which was written May ninth, says "If you want to get in touch when you're in England (for you will be in England soon, oh yes)..." and, way back then, it was far from a certainty in my mind. But it has been proven true! My friends are impressive.

I had a locket with a picture of Robin Ventura in it once, so it's not so unreasonable

I should've kept the "I ♥ Matthew" keychain--which I bought myself as a joke last summer, liking it precisely because it seems so unlike me, and which I energetically threw away a few months ago--and said it was for Matthew LeCroy.