Do I want to, with all that charm?

I'm a pretty sleepy girl, so by the time I get around to actually -going- to sleep, I'm just beat. This tends to lead to a major blurring of the lines between what's going on inside my head and what I'm actually saying, which is a thin divide usually anyway. And so when I wake up in the morning I tend to wonder 'did I actually say that?' but because of my fear that yes, I did, I don't usually ask. This tendancy conuses me more than my habit of holding conversations while I'm actually asleep because I never remember any of those.

And yet another little reminder: come sit on my furniture on the 28th. Please?

Also, the saddest thing that's happened so far today is a little note saying that Book magazine is no longer printing. I'm so depressed! It's easily my favorite literature-related magazine because it's unpretentious and that's so hard to find. They're converting my subscription to one of Time. Pfeh.

Write a random phrase from each of the following:

Nearest book to you: "If the mall can be understood as a garden, against the standard elements of garden design, it can also be understood as a special moment in garden history." (From "Trash Culture: Popular Culture and the Great Tradition" by Richard Keller Simon which is awful and not recommended.)

Nearest cd insert: "Violins and tambourines/This is what we think they mean/It's hard to say, it's sad but true/I'm kinda dumb and so are you." (From "The Last of the Unplucked Gems" on "Road Apples" by The Tragically Hip.)

Nearest piece of paper that you wrote on: "Honey, I can't find a babysitter! That's ok, dear, the baby will stay fresh inside this tupperware container."

Nearest piece of paper that was written to you: "I am now a maroon moron."

Something on your desk: "The English Department is conducting its five year program review, and we are in need of your feedback."