Do you ever have a day where you’re perplexed for no good reason, really? There’s been nothing pressing today, but there are a few things that I’ve found pretty weird. Here’s a smattering. Why, for example, do I:
fear Mom Jeans? (And the butt that accompanies them?)
feel so restless?
get so cranky?
really love the tragic reality television [...]
![My [not] window office](http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/2759409655_0043f7366b_t.jpg "My [not] window office")
