1, 2, 3, 4, everybody hit the floor! nap time! nap time! yeahhhhh team!

I'm craving chocolate a lot. My cubicle-mate has replaced her jar of icky watermelon jolly ranchers with delicious werther's candies. I just had one and now I think I would like about half a pound of purdy's caramels. I've heard you can defuse chocolate cravings by eating pickles, and I just so happened to have two pickles in my lunch. I've eaten one now, and I want chocolate to get the pickle taste out of my mouth. Hah.

Going to seattle on the weekend. I keep looking up interesting events / films / restaurants, but inwardly shrug as I read them; I don't think I really want to do anything in Seattle. I wouldn't mind staying home and sleeping and making like I might study for next monday's chem midterm. Still, it'll be fun to leave town. I know I'll be asked what I want to do since I'm the birthday girl, but I'll make them decide for me while I nap in the car. Or maybe I'll wake up by then. My princess instincts seldom let a chance to be bossy and in charge of what to do go by. I will stock up on weird american candy and then spend agonizing weeks having it bit by bit. If successful, that will be an extremely novel situation.

I want to dress in a black catsuit and go diving like a super-spy. I'll find the secret tunnel to my secret island. But once I'm there I'm going to leave the secret evil genius alone and let him take over the world while I snooze on a hammock on his evil secret tropical island. Perhaps in exchange he can get one of his minions to keep me in virgin daiquiries, diamonds, and bikinis. It could be worse.