The weather totally bites today. The pelicans seem to like it though. Perhaps it's easier for them to herd fish in a cold rain.

I'm trying to stay awake. I'm fueling my body with coffee, dark hersey kisses, and cheetos. Puffy not crunchy. Although the puffy ones crunch as much as the crunchy ones do. I guess the crunchy ones just look crunchier than the puffy ones. Are they even called puffy and crunchy or is that something I made up because I think one looks puffy and the other crunchy? I'll have to check it out at Frito Lay.

Hold on a sec....

Yep, puffs and crunchy. Perhaps you already know this, you can play "Cheetos Mystery Match" and "Cheetah Ball" on the Cheeto web site. I'm too lazy to type in the URL, so if you're at all itrigued by this little nugget of info, you'll have to find it yourself.

Speaking of food. One of the guys I work with doesn't like bread. He's American and yet the soft, succulant gift of WonderBread makes him gag. He also hates macaroni and cheese. Lefty may have met her match in the "most bizarre not-eating habits" department. I think I'm going to do gift baskets for them on their b-days filled with tasty goodies like ketchup, white bread, mac'n'cheese, cane's sauce, and frankfurters.

I like that word, "frankfurters." It really rolls off the tongue and it's fun to type. It makes me giggle.

I'm manic. I like it more than being depressed.