Stay-in-Bed Lady

There’s a calendar on my wall that’s on July 2008. Not only was I too lazy to flip beyond that month I didn’t even bother with the new year.

If Giada De Laurentiis were half Italian/half any other ethnicity that would cause her to pronounce ethnic words with an accent, I’d scream.

There have been some worrisome moments tonight when my heartburn has made me think, “Is this it? Am I gonna die right here, right now?”

Something tells me Japan is not the best market to be releasing a robot “sensei” dubbed Saya to take over teaching students. Chances are more will end up in bedrooms than classrooms as the robot can speak and convey emotion through facial expressions, made possible by soft, supple, latex skin. Apparently this robot can discipline [...]

I just got caught checking out Justin Timberlake’s Twitter. Am I embarrassed? No. Should me not being embarrassed embarrass me? Probably.

I hate it when my chapstick rolls off my night stand and gets so far under the bed that I actually have to get out of bed to search for it.

Has been flustered twice in the past two days by people who probably should not be put on the front line if they’re consistently confusing.

Today feels like a Friday which is bad news because it’s Tuesday so I’m just gonna act like it’s Friday and start going on a weekend bender.

What’s the probability that my laptop’s extreme heat can actually burn away fat vs giving off radiation that will eventually give me cancer?

I don’t say it enough but I really hope tonight’s Mega Millions drawing is going to be won by me, and only me. $220M sounds pretty good.