"Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember, pine woods are just as real as pigsties, and a darn sight pleasanter to be in." -Emily's Quest, by LM Montgomery

I would like to have a paint fight, a la "10 Things I Hate About You."

I am perplexed to report that, 22 years later, I still remember every word to Breaking Benjamin's We Are Not Alone album, but I cannot remember where I put down my glasses 22 seconds ago.

I made peach infused vodka and bourbon this summer, and I just strained it out. I taste tested a teaspoon of each, and also ate a little bit of peach that was in the vodka... I think I'm slightly tipsy now.

The next time I'm having a disagreement with my wife, I'm going to pull out my phone and take a picture of her. When it's my turn to talk, I'm going to tell her that I found a picture of her as a baby, and show her the picture I just took. I'll let you know how it works out.

We've officially hit the time of year when I start adding blankets to my bed.

I got 4 hours of sleep. I cannot function well on less than 6. I have 2 more things to accomplish today, and I have just hit a wall, energy wise. Bleh.

I can't even imagine what it would feel like to be this detached from your humanity

It's 2:20am and my brain is not allowing me to sleep.