(Because someone told me to “look for the light.”)

1. Trying to tell the Muffin Joke. I cannot make it through the Muffin Joke. Honestly. There is no hope for me with the Muffin Joke. All I do is laugh and laugh and laugh. It’s the best joke on earth.

2. A cold can of gingerale and a very skinny straw.

3. All my plants are getting too big for their green plastic pots.

4. Scrubby lemon soap in the shower this morning.

5. I got to work before it really rained.

6. Black ballet flats with white polka dots.

7. My sweet roommate making dinner plans for us.

8. The fact that our bottle of Lysol at work has a “cozy.”

9. “Damn, Girl” on my iPod when I was running to catch the bus. I was all Mary Tyler Moore.

10. Three words: Peanut. Butter. Cup.

No, no.

I’m alive.

And no, being on the radio to flail at my 15 seconds (plus!) of fame didn’t ruin me for writing forever. Don’t worry.

It was a very fun blip in my life, though, getting to babble to an audience many times larger than the sweet, sweet people that find their way to this site (and the guy searching for “ways to find hot girlfriend”, too, i guess.)

But you guys know me best.

So. Yes. Two days of non-blogging (almost), but I’m okay. My mind has been racing in a million different directions, though, which usually either results in a massive flood of posting (followed up by a massive flood of deletions) or complete silence.

I’m working on achieving a balance there, but for now… I’m just opting for coffee.

What?

Anyway.

Hi!

How are you?

Hope everyone is doing well. I’ll be back at it tomorrow in all my prattling glory, but for now, I leave you with camera phone pictures (which are the only kind you will get until I can afford my Nikon D80… see you in 2009!) of the pink things that brought me delight today.

Now THAT’S fine blogging.

The pink peonies I bought at Whole Foods. Not organic, nor infused with flax, nor suitable for consumption with Stilton.

Ah, my lip gloss. How you have glossed me. Note the yoga ball sitting in the corner because it was BAD! BAD! HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY FOR NOT DOING YOGA!

My thumbnail in Opi Pompeii Purple, which is not really purple at all. But very glossy and fun nonetheless, especially on my ridiculous little stub nails. Blech.

Ready For Bed ™ Meg and the pink hippo. My mom bought me this pink hippo. She went to San Diego with us for no good reason (the hippo, not my mom.) She’s never felt satisfied with life away from the road since then.

People ask me why I can’t sleep at night, and I say, “YOU FRICKIN’ TRY AND SLEEP WITH A CRYING PINK HIPPO IN YOUR ROOM, LAMENTING THAT SHE NEVER GOT TO TRAVEL THE WORLD.”

And they never ask again.