I'm wondering how much time and money I will spend at the House of Blues now that they opened in SD....

Oh, quit bragging.

The closest thing we have up here is the House of Pancakes.

(Although, I must say that Robert Cray started out here, and I was an early enthusiast).

I'm wondering why my body thinks it only needs 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night? I'm starting to resemble a poor man's Marc Anthony. :rolleyes: If only I could be as small as him.

I'm wondering if I'm ever going to log off and write the 8.5 pages I need to write.

I'm wondering if people are sick of hearing me ask, "What does your conscience say?" One of my papers is on conscience.

I'm wondering about my uncle, who died not long before I was born. He was such an enigmatic figure in my family, and they're just now opening up about him. I wonder why I feel like I lost something there, that I never really had...

I wonder why I couldn't sleep at all last night, and why I had to wake up so early this morning, and why they made me open the office, because that's just not fair n' stuff...

I wonder if now that the cat's away, how much that mice will play today...

OMG, hilarious. Geek-Festivus.....:p

I'm wondering if having a carne asada combo plate with extra refried beans for breakfast was such a good idea. The rumbling in my belly cannot be good news for anyone unfortunate enough to be in my general vicinity today.


I wonder if I can find a dog to blame.

I'm wondering if I can shake the apathy long enough to take my last final of the semester. Then again, apathy worked well for me last semester. I'd give a big cheer for apathy, but I just don't care enough about it.

I wonder if sleeping 10 hours last night makes up for the sleep deficit of the last week. I wonder what time my internal clock really thinks it is. I wonder how much more messed up it will be when I head to the east coast on Monday.

I wonder when this nightmare of a time I'm having will finally be over.

I wonder if I'll actually post this, or delete it all because just thinking about it and having it down somewhere in permanence is too overwhelming. I wonder if I'll just post it anyway, because it feels a little cathartic.

I wonder when the butterflies will leave my stomach, and go elsewhere.

I wonder if I'll get a good chance to write today.