Drawback to working at home is thinking that I can do house stuff at the same time as work stuff. I put a whole dozen eggs on to boil then came into my office to check mail, etc. It was only after I heard them exploding that I remembered. Stinky. Should I try again, or give up on the notion of an egg salad sandwich for lunch?

I would like to report that I never had any sex with anyone besides myself in high school.

I firmly plan to raise my daughter to be an uber-dork like me, so by the time she has sex, she has some sense. (I also fully expect the karma fairies to attempt to sprinkle teenage porn star dust on her. Here's notice, fairies: Back off my kid!)

skipped.

I missed Alias last night and stayed up way too late, stupidhead insomnia. very sleepy today.

single digit temperature this morning. I had to bring out Grandma's old mouton coat.

Timelies. I am wearing boots with a three-inch heel today, and keep getting this gleeful sense of being! tall! (I'm 5'5", so even in the boots I'm not a giantess exactly.)

Yesterday I ran into a guy on the train who was about seven feet tall. I very rarely run into someone significantly taller than me - it maybe happens once a year. When it does happen, it reminds me of when I was a child, when all adults were taller than me....

Starbucks aren't franchised, are they?

The official saturation point is having two Starbucks across the street from each other.

We've got that. There's one on the bottom floor of the library, and one in the student center across the street. They don't both have street entrances, but the buildings they're in are across the street from each other.

My favourite saturation is Ann Arbor and U of M. Not the university itself, but the dedicated merchandising stores. I recall you could stand in the doorway of one, and see at least one other within a block.

I wonder if there are Starbucks in the White House, the Pentagon, CIA headquarters, etc. This is sounding more and more like an alien plot to infiltrate every aspect of American society....

I just got the weirdest phone call ever. Some guy says, "I'm trying to get in touch with _______ in Apartment 4." I'm like, wha? There is no apartment 4 here. He says, are you at (address)? Um, wow. I used to live there, but that was two apartments ago, before I even had this cell phone. (a) How did this guy get my phone number? (b) How did he even get my name in conjunction with that building? (c) Why on earth did he think I'd be able to put him in touch with my neighbor? SO EFFING WEIRD.

That was an Onion article from a few years ago, where all the Starbucks close suddenly close down, and the company announces they're starting "Phase Two".

Heh.

Yeah, I knew my joke was too obvious and that someone must have thought of it before....