Rebecca has such a February face, full of frost...

Yesterday I ate some eggs that expired last November. They tasted fine, but later that evening I had a very slight stomach ache which may or may not have been caused by the eggs.

Today I was waiting at the bus stop reading In the Shadow of No Towers, by Art Spiegelman, and I probably met the nicest guy I have ever met in my two years of riding my college bus system. He told me that Art Spiegelman had inspired him to become a cartoonist.

Today I noticed that my thirty-something-year-old female English professor wears the same type of eye necklace as my 18-year-old brother. That is really weird.

I want a simple answer from Coca Cola: Are they getting rid of Vanilla Coke or not?

Why the hell is it still so cold? I live in Louisiana! I should be wearing short sleeves by February!

Today Sara and I went out to Pluckers for lunch, and I would like to know just what idiot decided to serve barbequed chicken wings without celery sticks and blue cheese sauce! Probably the same idiot who gave old decrepit Dick Cheney a gun to go "quail-hunting."

Sara, Adam, and I had a contest to see which one of us could stretch their feet the farthest apart without falling down. We measured by the tiles on the kitchen floor. I could stretch my feet across nine tiles, Sara across eight, and Adam across ten.

Music of the Month: "Upside Down," by Jack Johnson; "Stupid Girls," by Pink; and "Unwritten," by Natasha Bedingfield.

Shakespeare Quote of the Month: Don Pedro: "Why, what's the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?" -- Much Ado About Nothing.