Random Thoughts

We watched "Lost" last night, and I knew something bad was going to happen to Desmond as soon as the scene with the well began, but unfortunately he couldn't hear me, no matter how much I shouted at the tv. It made me declare myself done with my fence-sitting on the nature of Smokey, but it took only a few minutes for me to reconsider that too. It's just too soon to make a judgement on what's really going on here. All things considered, I'm still leaning towards thinking that Un-Locke is not such a bad dude after all.

That previous paragraph will be interesting to less than half of you.

We looked at a house in our price range last night. It was a shithole.

Why can't drivers in this province complete a turn in less time than it takes for me to recite Kubla Khan? Just make your turn, people. On a protected turn, there's no need to wait until the person in front of you has made their way completely through the intersection. There's no need to make your turn at 10 kph and then hit the brakes halfway through. There's no need to slow to a near-complete stop to turn onto a street and then crawl through the other lane. Also, please learn how four-way stops work. Please.

L seems to be growing up overnight. Suddenly, she doesn't want her goodnight songs as much, and would rather read in bed. Her extra-special bedtime stuffie, Bunny, is still by her pillow but doesn't get cuddled through the night. She's changing her entire bedtime routine, all on her own. And so it begins.

One of the cats threw up on our bed. I don't know which one (though I strongly suspect Cricket), which is just as well. He wouldn't understand why I was giving him the silent treatment.