as per Aaron: 'Mockery is the greatest form of flattery, Jenny'. That, apparently, is his excuse for mocking me until I told him he was being annoying.

The mind is a terrible thing. Mine plagues me. Tonight, it started out slyly, by reminding me of humiliating moments in my life that make me want to gouge my brains out when I think of them. Just when I thought I had succeeded in forgetting them. Nothing earth shattering, just things I wish I'd never said or gaseous expulsions I wish I could have been warned about by my traitor body before they actually expulsed. But now, as I lay in bed, my mind takes a deleterious turn, and forces me to think of all the saddest things that could happen. Just when I thought that being in Austin for the weekend had cured my insomnia temporarily...
Yep, this is a pretty typical blog post for 4 am.

Monica, Lump (her cat), and Jordan are in Dallas this weekend for the Shootout. My weekend has consisted of eating out at restaurants (yipee!), bookstores, and watching Lump, who is currently in heat, present herself to Dwight at every opportunity. She also presents to humans, furniture, and especially shoes. She was a bottle baby, so she's a little confused.

Mobile blogging! Ah, what innovation insomnia brings...