A Few Random Thoughts

Song to describe my life right now: Should I Stay or Should I Go?

I accidentally ate cheese twice this morning.

I am not excited about any more summer movies this year.

I am #39 on a waiting list of New York Public Library members to rent Star Trek 2: The Wrath of Khan. Out of 39. And they have 1 copy. Still, even though I could rent or possibly borrow it, I'm going to use this as an exercise in patience.

In talking to my therapist about why I try to concentrate better in therapy than in the real world, I told him, "It's a waste of my money if I just come here and daydream about M*A*S*H." And then he said something, but I don't know what it was, because I had started to daydream about M*A*S*H.

I mean, I meant to eat cheese the first time, but then I forgot that I'd eaten cheese and ate a different kind of cheese.

I think I keep waiting for someone to show up at my door and say, "Ambush life!" and force me to go out and do stuff and help me turn my blog into a sitcom and stop losing fruit. Like Jiminy Cricket, only more of a drill sergeant. And taller.

I never should have read God Said HA! I mean, good book, but it kind of cemented in my head that when good things happen, they're followed by awful cancery things.

I yearn for the day I can ask Mare Winningham to sign a jar of peanut butter for me.

I've gone from weird dreams to having trouble falling asleep at all. I haven't had insomnia like this in a while. My worries are typical: economy, job, health, parents' health. I am old.

How do I stay funny Carli while getting rid of bizzare, absent-minded freak Carli?

Yeah, I lost a whole bunch of bananas. Or maybe I ate them all. See? That's funny. Who loses bananas? But is the quirkiness worth the trouble my idiosyncrosis cause?

My boss was right in the imaginary Ordinary People-inspired conversation I had with him. Sam never would have been in Wayne, NJ.

I can't lie. I want to believe I'm special, even if I'm not. But at the very least, I want to be just as capable as the next guy, assuming the next guy is a fairly capable guy.

I think when the count is 2-2 in a baseball game, they should call it a "dancer." You know: tutu?