Last night went better than I’d hoped. I bowled a 108. And someone brought me a pair of new socks. And I ate all organic foods, and I woke up this morning feeling like a new person. I might even attend a Pilates class tonight. Yah.

I’ve got this bag of baby carrots sitting on my desk that is completely infuriating me. Some taste like candy corn, some taste like carrots, and some taste like dirt. Digging into this bag is sort of like playing Russian vegetable roulette.