Me, Myself, and I…

I am counting down til my birthday.
I am loving that the weather is cooling off and that I may have to pack up my flip flops for the year soon.
I am not, however, looking forward to the snow.
I don’t really subscribe to the theory of retail therapy with one exception – underwear shopping. It’s insane, but that’s why I could go two months without ever having to wash delicates – and it would have been longer but I recently decided I maybe had too much underwear and threw a bunch away.
I will never donate underwear to Goodwill.
I don’t have a whole lot of patience.
I wish I did.
I either have very odd dreams or I don’t remember them at all.
I try to be kind even when I don’t feel like it – and it’s probably a little obvious.
I don’t think there’s any shame in the fact that half the feeds on my Google Reader are not related to news, science, politics or otherwise “intelligent” type topics. Somedays I just want to laugh and be entertained. And when I say someday, I mean most days.
I am currently reading one of Oprah’s Book Club picks and while it’s slightly better than some of her recent picks, it’s still an Oprah pick. I’m not ready to walk away from it yet, but I have a pile of books on the etagere in my living room that I think I might rather be reading.
I cut my hand opening a jug of white grape juice last night and it hurts way more than it reasonably should.
I have no idea how I cut myself opening grape juice, by the way.
I am not sure what to take a picture of for my 365 today. I took a picture of my calendar so far – obvious choice, right, as it’s October 1. Ehhhhhh. I figure the internet at large doesn’t need to know that I have a dentist appointment on October 14 (ooh, better get on that flossing!).
I am rambling.