Oh yeah, it’s that time of year. That explains my mood perfectly! It’s about a month before my birthday and it seems like no matter how carefree I may or may not have been all year, for the next 30 days I just feel older and older.

And sure I can be introspective, and I can examine where my life is and where it’s going and all that crap. But honestly, it’s just making me moody and leaving me in a horrible funk and that’s not the kind of funk I prefer!

But at least there’s more moderate weather to look forward to. That’s something, right?

In non-life-crisis news, I can’t tell yet if I’m excited about Star Trek Online. I know Cryptic can do a good product, I just wish they’d get to developin’ and release something new. Between that and Champions Online, I could be a very happy gamer. Besides, Penny Arcade’s take on questing in Star Trek Online is just too funny.

Is it bad that during the final battle scene in Kung Fu Panda between Po and Tai Lung, all I could hear in my head was the song “The Glow” from The Last Dragon?

“No… I am THE fat panda!” *hee hee

What is it about elevators that allow them to retain a distinct memory of the aromas of previous riders? In recent days my morning ride down has been filled with the smell of an over-cologner, wet dog and just this afternoon to go to the grocery store? Corn chips–not the smelly feet kind, just corn chips. I’m used to the elevators at work smelling like dirty rotten smokers, but the scents at home are just weird!

As I was on the bus coming home from the grocery store, a woman comes up waving a scratch-off lottery ticket and says, “I just wanted to share my good news, I just won $100!” I told her congratulations and she giddily went back to her own seat. I had to wonder how much she’d spent on tickets, but no need to be a damper on her triumph.

I’m starting my “At Home Restaurant-Like Week” a little early and thinking about expanding it to a full month. I picked up some Cornish game hens tonight and I’ll try to do something interesting with those and, per some twitter advice, some substantial side dishes. I know game hens are hardly exotic, but I’ve never cooked with them before and a key is that they make for a good sized serving for one person. I don’t expect this experiment to necessarily be full of healthy dishes, but matching portion size to meal size is still important not only for calories, but for boredom. I’m not averse to leftovers, but it would be nice to be able to enjoy a lot of different kinds of dishes in a shorter time span without having to pawn off tupperware onto friends and co-workers.

And I think I may have to start reading Miss Conduct’s Blog. This quote from a January entry about fat-pride and fat-phobia cracked me up:

As I’ve said before, if you think fat people have no self-discipline, consider the fact that they haven’t killed you yet.

All I’m saying is that it should be illegal for the Five Guys at Columbia Heights to close at 11pm. Kyle and I got off the train, fresh from movies and drinking. There were plenty of Nats and DC United fans exiting with us and the first thing you see off the escalator is the Five Guys… CLOSED.

I’m now about to make a small batch of pasta and sauce because I couldn’t satisfy my need for a cheeseburger and some fries.

So. Not. Fair.

Someone needs to turn this statement into a t-shirt and more people need to write this down as some sage wisdom.

I can’t decide if no one who has a boring desk job should think about the first 10-15 minutes of “Wanted” before going to work… or if everyone who has same should. Today just feels like one of those days. Reaching for the call button inside the elevator, my finger was nearly introduced to a crawling insect of some kind — way to go beating that pest problem, condo board. I’m breaking in a pair of new shoes, they aren’t really cooperating yet and b-b-baby, I can’t wait for them to be just a bit more comfortable. It’s hot and muggy out and my dry-cleaned shirt was reduced to a nearly-damp mess within the 5-minute walk to the metro station. And after standing in line for 10 minutes at Starbucks, I realized that it wasn’t moving forward and was only getting longer behind me so I gave up. I’ll have to find a way to caffeinate my system later before I completely crash.

Happy Thursday!