I’ll admit it. I’m addicted to Cobs Bread. Specifically, their Country Grain. I got a loaf the other day that was fresh out of the oven — ohmigod, it was to die for! I also discovered that they have opened up shop in Ontario! And, of course, I discovered this *after* I got back from Ontario! I could have been having Cobs-y goodness on my vacation! Anyway, if you happen to see a Cobs Bread in your travels, I *highly* recommend stopping by.
On the bus today, there was this guy picking his nose. I swear, right there, out in the open on the bus! And it wasn’t even an old guy! He was probably in his early 20s, listening to an iPod, semi-cute (at least until he started picking his nose — as soon as I saw that, he instantly became ugly). I mean, wtf??
The volume on my stereo has a mind of its own. I’ll be listening to the radio and it will just decide “hey, I’m going to really, really loud now, right out of the blue, just to fuck with you.” Or another time I’ll turn it on and have to jack the volume up to max just to hear anything. Sometimes I can make it louder by lifting the lid on the record player part and then putting it back down.* I think it may be possessed.
I recently read an article on Mary’s blog about procrastination — and how we procrastinators need to practice stopping! So I did that today – I made myself stop working on my paper. Now my plan is to go to bed so I can get up early in the morning, go for a run and then get back to work at a reasonable hour. Let’s see how that goes!
OK, I’m rambling here, so I think that means it’s time for bed!
*Yes, my stereo has a record player. It is 18 years old. Come to think of it, it is *exactly* 18 years old today, as my sister got it for her 13th birthday (I inherited it when she moved out of our parents’s place, way back in the ’90s). But it couldn’t possibly be that it is starting to wig out because it’s so damn old — it’s definitely possessed.