It's really hard titling random blog entries if you've been doing them for 13 years

A random trip through my synapses as I stretch out sybaritically in bed like Caesar Augustus in a Dresden Dolls T-shirt and gunmetal gray knit boxers:

• This thing where I wake up at 4 a.m. and then don't fall back to sleep has lost its allure. (I'd not be surprised if its allure got wrested from it at gunpoint in a dark alley.)


• I just got a refund check for 2¢. Mailed in an envelope with a 42¢ stamp, natch. Look, I'm not going to cash it, folks, so if you need to balance your books that badly, have your intern Steve chuck a couple of pennies in the little cup by the register at the Stop 'n' Go and we'll call it even.


• Strawberry Darrell Lea Soft Eating Licorice, man. Your life will change.


• Poor rain_herself is currently drowning in her own mucus right now. She is not happy. Earl Gray tea with a shot of Jameson, stat.


• Rehearsal weekend with cluegirl in Troy this weekend: a chance to remind ourselves of some things we may have forgotten. Like, y'know, guitars are the things with the strings and the big hole in the middle, right? (It may have been a while.)


• We caught the Oscars with theloriest, blank ballots and a coffee table full of snacks. I managed to see roughly 6.3 of the Best Picture nominees in advance this year, and although I would have loved to have seen Room walk away with it, I wasn't disappointed with how things turned out, even if I did and still do want to punt Sasha Baron Cohen squarely in his smugness gland.


• The living room contains many boxen. Tonight, the boxen are empty. Soon, they will be full. The circle of life begins anew.

Aaaaand that'll do. The pillow beneath my unkempt head swallows my resolve and my desire to continue looking at stuff. Catch you on the flipside.