Tired. Just Plain Tired.

It really is miraculous that I'm even typing this right now. I didn't even go to bed at an extremely late hour. The last time I looked at my clock before falling asleep was at 11:30. I think. Anyway, that's not really that bad, considering that I've be known to stay up until 1 o'clock reading. Really. 

Currently, I'm reading Catch-22. Don't you DARE judge me. It's VERY good. 

Normally, I would type a more in depth phrase to describe a book, but really, you don't know how much effort it took for me to just type 'normally' and 'depth'. 

A conversation from yesterday between my mother and I:

Mother: There were 'The Biggest Loser' tryouts in Tampa

Me: Yeah.

Mother: Where do the shoot the actual show?

Me: At 'The Biggest Loser' ranch.

Mother: Where's that?

Me: At an undisclosed location. Just south of Area 51. 

Mother: What's Area 51? 

And this is why my parents' chromosomes were EXTREMELY well distributed. I have my mother's practicality, and my dad's smarts. My dad's hair color and my mother's hair texture [which is really not that great, but whatever]. Etc, etc. 

Well folks, I'm going to go eat some enriched flour, niacin, thiamin mononitrate, riboflavin, monosodium glutamate, and lactic acid. [aka Cheez-Its] 

Books of Summer 2009: 15

Books of 2009: 32

Bye Guys! See you tomorrow!