My music taste has

• My music taste has (semi) returned to normal. I know this because I was able to groove to Deeeee-Lite on the way home tonight. I really like Deeee-Lite. Not in an intellectual, this is very good music kind of a way, but in a boppy sort of way. Like, when I'm listening to Deeee-Lite, it suddenly seems appropriate to flail myself around the front seat in a rough approximation of dancing. Who cares what the guy next to me thinks?
• I don't like fat asparagus. I'm not sure if that's a warrented dislike or not. But I associate big fat spears with baaad asparagus, and nice slender spears with the loveliest, tenderest asparagus ever. So when Rachael Ray took out the fattest asparagus ever on 30-minute Meals today, my faith was shaken. I don't mind Ray, but I do mind her taste in vegetables.
• Keane is coming back into town, and I'm in the process of trying to figure out which is better: concert tickets, or ornaments. My dad was very generous and gave me some money, and I really wanted to spend it on Christmas things. I think I'm turning into my mom (who, never mind the Christmas obssesion, I adore) because suddenly I feel like my house needs every Christmas shitty known to man. I see things with Christmas trees on them and feel the sudden need to buy buy buy. So do I buy concert tickets? Or do I buy Christmas stuff?
• S got one of the McDonald's Incredibles toys from a co-worker, and it's the BABY! I love the character of the baby in the movie, and the baby toy is almost as good as the Mrs. Incredible toy. Not quite as fun, but almost. You know what though? Why did Mrs. Incredible have to be an Incredible. I mean, she was a superhero in her own right, and she should have stayed one. Instead of becoming Mrs. Incredible, she could have stayed Elastigirl. Hmmmm. Troubling.
• My apartment is a mess. An sad, pitiful mess. I find it hard to keep up with work, homework, and a social life and clean. It's so much easier to not work. I really sort of regret taking this job. Especially since the idea is that I should just sit in the office and twiddle my thumbs if there is nothing to do. Which, take it from me, there isn't. I'm already stretching hour jobs into four hour jobs. Yes, I'm not proud, but I don't feel I have a choice. So I'm reading blogs while doing work. There's no other way for me to make the work last long. I'm too efficient. Damn my work ethic!!!!
• C commented that on my other blog, she couldn't comment, so I changed that today, for her. I honestly didn't think anyone would read that blog. It's more so that I can remember what I've read. Though, let me add, if you do want to read and comment about it, that's great. But I promise, if you don't, family members especially, there won't be quizzes.

Needs must, now. And what needs must is sleep. Does that make sense? No? Then that's how you know I need to sleep.