the clouds reminded me of meringues today

or maybe scone batter...

like some great, giant Norse baking god took a giant spoon and dexteriously flicked her wrist, fwipping a great dollop of batter down on the sky...

all the clouds where about at the same height..
I mused to myself on chair at work, how it seemed as if the bottoms of the clouds matched up... like they were on some ginormous baking sheet composed of the blue blue BLUE sky...

and then I laughed at myself.

I do that a lot. Especially when I'm talking to myself.
Like now, actually. ^^;

I discovered your watch face in the pocket of my pants this evening, Jeremy...
I keep wondering why your wrist isn't attached to it. Cus the first mental image I get when I look at it is of it strapped to your wrist. It now lives in the pocket of my new PJ pants. Why do you watches always have the right time, the right day, and never seem to fall behind or get off track?

(Yet you never know what day it is! Silly boy. ^_^)

Oh, and I just BLEW almost 3 hours, naming mystery tracks on my iTunes, employing the help of my memory, Anna's memory, Animelyrics.com, and our mutual friend and anime otaku and Totoro addict, Matt Proctor, also known as the strangely poetic Madman Theo.

Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.