I don't know how seriously to take this, but oh! the happiness.

it has always irked me that, when preparing oneself a pop tart, it is necessary to either eat two or clumsily attempt to reseal one within the foil wrapping. I have long been an advocate for individually wrapped pop tarts (if those loyal readers who know me well were unaware of this...well, it very rarely comes up).

perhaps, I've pondered, kellogg's simply expects their pastries to be so wonderful that the consumer can't eat only one. not only is that faulty logic, it signifies egotism on the part of the kellogg's company and a sadistic desire to contribute to the obesity problem in america.

I finally decided to research the matter. I discovered that kellogg's went out on a limb introducing pop tarts in 1962--there were serious doubts as to whether they would sell. to save money, they were packaged two to a wrapper. and still are.

my mind is at ease. however, when I began writing this I'd only eaten one pop tart. I fear that I must contradict myself and prepare the other posthaste.

heluva lot going on the past few days. halloween was...eventful. to chapel hill with justin and nadine--I dressed as ignatius reilly. I had a lot of captain morgan's. a whole lot. so much that, for the first time in my life, I began disrobing in public. apparently I decided to change my costume and go as "disheveled man." good times. I think.

went to concord/charlotte on saturday. spent an outrageous amount of money on a new suit, only to come to my senses and call nordstrom to return it before it was altered. also picked up some birthday presents for justin. oh, and ruined my new cell phone by dropping it into a cup of coffee. the trip was of questionable merit, although I did find a spaghetti measurer after months of searching, which made it all worthwhile. now to explain the phone to alltel...

I called in sick to work on tuesday. I really needed a day off to decompress and also to work around here; I've been feeling the need to stand in the middle of the apartment and scream. so the living room and kitchen are clean--and will stay that way, I'll be bound--and my bedroom is forthcoming.

I'm don't even want to comment on the election results. suffice it to say that I did my part, and will be doing my share of bitching for the next four years, thank you very much.

last night I dreamed an entire musical. it involved my going into eckerd, buying a chapstick and a roll of strawberry mentos, and getting into an argument with the cashier about my credit card. that was the basis for the whole thing. it was very dramatic.