Kat, you were such a serious-looking baby.

All those deep thoughts. Not.

In that series of pictures, there is an out of focus picture of me as a toddler on a merry-go-round. I have the hugest bags under my eyes. What is a toddler doing with bag under her eyes? Was I worried about Watergate? Or was it something else? Like maybe a missing stuffed animal.

Basically, I look like I'm all strung out at age < 2 The picture.

Yes. I have to be at work at 5. Think that'll work?

Sure. Come on over!

Kat, I think the Nixon-monster under the bed kept you awake.

Perkins, just let me get this light plot done and I'll be right there.

Sounds like a good plan.

Why do drunken college students feel a need to let the entire neighborhood hear what they have to say?

I'm cranky. I need a lawn.

My earliest dateable memory -- 2 1/2 -- is when the first of my brothers came home from the hospital (they were twin premies, so they came home separately) and I was presented with several gifts that my father claimed came from my new brothers. I quite distinctlly remember thinking that it was suspicious that newborn babies would be shopping for presents...

Kat, I think the Nixon-monster under the bed kept you awake.

Of things to fear that is frigthening.

Why did I wake up at 5:00 this morning and why couldn't I go back to sleep?

I went to bed 90 minutes later than usual. you'd think I'd be able to sleep in by an equivalent amount. And yet? No.

About an hour ago, I might have stabbed someone for their plate of bacon and scrambled eggs.

Now I'd just sell my soul for it. Yet nothing appears to be open near my office.

Awesome Adventure is really kind of a charming show.

It's possible I need more sleep.