Baby, things are better when you just feel, and you do your own thing

If there's a song right now in the world better than Kylie Minogue's Cruise Control, I don't know what it is. (Funny how I'm not really one with a fetish for car sex, but I really like songs that mention it.)

I was singing a lot on the train this morning, and mostly just in my own world not caring if people saw, but occasionally I would look up and see someone watching me. And I'd just keep singing, so I was almost even singing to them. Some times people looked away, but usually after lingering for a second. Most times I actually looked away first.

My office is on the 10th floor, which isn't terribly high, though when you look out the window and down to the sidewalk, people are the size of a thumb tip. The windows are floor to ceiling glass and I don't have an office so I don't have a window but sometimes I go to my other office, known as the men's room. Today I stepped up on the heating vent that's up against the wall of window and stretched out my arms and leaned forward, but didn't touch the glass. For a second it was easier to imagine what it would be like to stand on the edge, leaning out, contemplating falling. Which is not to say I'm remotely suicidal or feeling despaired, I just wanted to see what it was like, if I would get nervous, if I would desperately and quickly pull myself back, or if I would stand for a moment and experience the fluttering of exhiliration and panic, then quietly step back into reality.

Looks Great in a Easter Basket

At 3 o'clock I had to leave the office in search of something to keep me going through the afternoon. There's an Osco right across the street, but I decided to venture the extra half block to Walgreens. My initiative was greatly rewarded. On their shelves they had my favorite easter candy:



It's possible I'm the only person who loves these. I don't like "Peeps", but I like these Seasonal Marshmallow Shapes, as the package says. The ingredients are sugar, corn syrup, gelatin, and coloring. The website claims they are "fruit-flavored". Jigga wha?

And if you ever see me eating them in person, I can do an impression of thebrownhornet's reaction when I made him try one a couple years ago.