i had a very good blog idea last night in bed
and for the life of me i can't remember what i wanted to write about
dear god.
i think i actually have blog block.
compounded with pms
leaves you, gentle reader, with one deranged author needing a snack

although, on a brighter note
i am enjoying the rug i bought at auction more.
the painting, on the other hand, needs to be burned in a religious ferver
perhaps i'll serve snacks...
marshmallows and s'mores are always age appropriate at such fires, i hear

am reading a very interesting book by Bill Maher (yes, THAT bill maher) titled,
"When you ride ALONE you ride with bin Laden"
what the government should be telling us to help fight the war on terrorism

reminds me a great deal of Howard Zinn's "A People's History of the United States"
or "Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America" by Barbara Ehrenreich
or "Fast Food Nation" by Eric Schlosser

so now i'm depressed, angry, hungry and in need of a nap
if you need me, i'll be searching for a banana/chocolate chip muffin under my desk