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I don't even want to know what the Paris Hilton spam would smell like...

Two things I learned last night/too early this morning about cats:
Getting your nose in the middle of a battle between a cat's claws and an Asian beetle is a bad, bad idea. Luckily, the bleeding stopped relatively quickly.

Mitten and Snowball both like the taste of my deodorant. One sure fire way to freak the shit out of me while I'm sleeping is to lick my armpit with a sandpapery tongue.

I'm very routine-oriented when it comes to meals. For breakfast, I always have a bagel with cream cheese and juice in the car on the way to work. If I get up early enough (read: never), I have cereal. Due to a miscalculation, we're out of cream cheese. And no one likes a plain bagel. So instead, I made two pieces of peanut butter toast and an apple instead. It was so, so, so good.

It was very foggy out this morning en route to work. I realized that I love driving in/being in fog. It struck me as somewhat Buddhist in nature. You shouldn't go fast in fog because you can't see very well. You need to slow down, see the things right in front of you instead of the destination. Things come into focus when they need to. Why worry about work when you should be concentrating on driving and merging and driving safely?

Maybe it was the peanut butter talking.

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You're tall!

Someone brought my height to my attention today. I struggled not to punch her repeatedly in the face. I don't know what to do when someone points this out to me. I mean, it's better than "You smell just like dog poop!" or "Your complexion reminds me of a burlap sack I had in college!", but still.

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