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Ever have those moments when life seems just a little off?  I can’t really explain it, but ok like - the opposite of when you feel on top of the world.  Just, a mood, a funk.  A dark cloud hovering.  Or something.

That’s how I felt tonight after a strange afternoon, so I decided to soothe myself with some couch time with Brian.  American Idol was just finishing up, aaaah, life is good again.  It’s the simple things, afterall. 

But then.  Chris?  In the bottom two?  Are you kidding me?  And, Kelly Picklebrain was not?!

Something is wrong with the universe, I’m afraid.  Very, very afraid.

Ever catch yourself doing something that’s so habitual that you never notice you do it, and then think, “Good Lord, I’m odd.”

This morning I went to take my daily vitamin so I had that in one hand, then went to open a can of go-go juice (diet Pepsi) to wash it down.  Picture it, I had the vitamin in one hand, Pepsi in the other.  Then I blew on the vitamin before opening the can of soda. 

That was a mistake of course, because I meant to blow on the can of Pepsi not the vitamin, chalk that up to it’s too damn early for brain function.  But then I got to thinking, why do I blow on cans before I open them?  I do that, I just realized, I do that. 

I have a pretty good suspicion that it goes back to the vending machine days in highschool, there was always some kind of crud on the top of the can.  Sandy gunk type stuff, good times.  But the cans I buy in the store inside the cardboard packaging—no sand, no gunk.  Yet I blow. 

So I’m sitting here with MadTV on in the background, finishing up a design for a delightful client who unfortunately publishes her blog with the bane of my existence a.k.a. TypePad ... but hey!  So on the TypePad home page I caught this link to Go Fug Yourself.  It was shiny and pretty and sparkly, so I clicked on it.  I know I’ve been to this site several times before, but I never really took the time to read it much.  It’s the funny.

What are you waiting for?