Utah 1912

It's a new record, people: 3:30 p.m. I slept until 3:30 p.m. Although, I must admit, this was no un-interrupted sleep. Roommate called me at about 11:30 and told me that her parents were coming by to drop off food for her, so I needed to get up and un-lock the door. So I did, but then went back into my bed, and eventually fell back asleep after awhile. Then I woke up, looked across the room at roommate's clock thought it said 1:30, and I was like "oh well, I could have done worse" then looked at my phone which said 3:30, and realized I had indeed done worse. Granted, I went to bed around 3 a.m., I've never even slept this late when I go to bed at 5 a.m.

I digress. I just wanted to post mostly to take about my deep love for like 90% of my subject lines. If you haven't noticed, with the exception of once or twice, they have no relevance whatsoever to the posts themselves. I consider myself a collector of phrases-- whenever I hear or read something that I think has a certain interest to it, I like to save it for a later date when I post a blog. Or I take the opportunity to make an obscure pop culture reference. Or song titles, but those are less imaginative. The ones I don't like are ones where I just looked around and used whatever word or phrase I saw. I prefer reading my old subject lines more than my old entries. I am always surprised by how stupid I sound when I look back on myself just a year previous. Which through the powers of Livejournal, I have been able to do for some years now.

Anyways. I apologize, if like my father, you consider this all "self-obsessed commentary", but I will point out that this is a blog...that I write...so...

Also, I've managed to almost kill my plant again. Too much water. Yet still MORE proof I am not a care-giver.