I get so many wrong number phone calls by people trying to reach Blizzard Entertainment. At this point, surely, it’s no coincidence.

Er…I Wish?

The No. 1 Random Question Asked of Me Today was:
Are you Canadian?

Forgive me if the pain of the doxycycline-induced esophageal ulcer is making me write stupid things. The relative lack of solid food might also be draining my powers of concentration. All my medical Googling assures me there is nothing you can do but wait out the 3.5-10 days while bleeding internally.

I do not like protein shakes.

It turns out you can make your own green tea soda.

And then I thought, hey, these Steve Madden heels actually fit me and are quite comfortable when I’m sitting down! And then I thought, wait…WTF just happened?

If any of you guys ever finds me face down, dead in a bed, please, please call Mary-Kate Olson before dialing 911. Thanks.

The new oven works; mom roasted a chicken. My heart is filled with love.

Wow. The terminators from the new “Sarah Connor Chronicles” sure are lousy shots.

Oh, Quesadilla Friday. Why must you be so filling?

The origami iris is surprisingly lovely, as is the butterfly. The frog is fun. My cranes turn out more like pterodactyls, but I suspect that everyone’s cranes turn out more like pterodactyls.

Ha! Gimlets are tasty.