I could tell you about my brother and I e-mailing back and forth about music, which is very cool for at least two reasons. Number one: it started out not being about music at all, but about more cowbell. Number two: there was a time, eons ago, when neither one of us could understand the other's taste in music (he was listening to a lot of rap, I was listening to...pretty much the same stuff I listen to now). Now he's asking me questions, and sending me mp3's, and it's making me smile.
I could also tell you about the unintentional science experiment involving Vitamin B. I'd like to think the ensuing emotional freak out had to do with a: eating crap for lunch (fast food: it's across the street, and it's cheap, but oy) 3 days in a row, b: all of a sudden introducing mass quantities of vitamin B into my system, and c: not going to the gym at all that week. Normally, I could do just one of those things, and it wouldn't make a difference. But all 3 together? I was ready to burst into tears at the drop of a pin. By Friday afternoon, I couldn't take it anymore, and high-tailed it to the gym. I am now a believer in the restorative powers of the gym, because that was all it took. I felt 100% better when I left. All hail the gym!
What I will tell you, is that I'm hopelessly addicted to Diner Dash. Damn you Yahoo games, damn you!
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