* I've only received one issue of Real Simple, and they're already sending a renewal notice. I'm sure that doesn't smack of desperation at all.
* When I came home from Awful, Terribly Long Rehearsal this evening, and had my first issue of Britian Magazine waiting for me (with not just an offer to win a trip to London, but a cover article on Christopher Wren and St. Paul's Cathedral), it was one of those moments when you hope it's the universe sending you a signal. And then you buy milk because you've been out all week.
* I've been eating on the same pasta dish for a week, which is great in a "more bang for you buck" sort of way, but awful for my variety wishes. Of course, this comes from the girl who will regularly eat chips and queso for a meal rather than deal with cooking.
* Why is Julius playing "Last Christmas?" Look at the calendar, Julius! (Yes, I'm type-yelling at my laptop instead of clicking to the next track.)