Song on my mind... "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes

Random thoughts for another Monday morning...

The San Francisco Giants are 6-0. Now that I wrote it, they will probably lose the next game.

There's really no need to refer to me in the third person when I'm right in the room. If you want something, just ask me directly. That way, I don't feel entirely invisible and unimportant.

Instead of sacrificing an hour of sleep, I sacrificed an hour of Sunday. More daylight after work seems well worth the price.

I sometimes wonder how I end up in certain places at certain times like, say, a bookstore on a Friday night. Now, I like Friday nights and I like browsing for books, but the thought of putting the two together seems entirely strange. I'm too easily talked into things.

On Saturday night, I had something called a Big Mountain Chocolate Fudge Cake. Two layers of chocolate, smothered with chocolate, topped with vanilla ice cream, with a side of hot fudge. One of the most unhealthy but delicious cakes ever created.