OK, I accidentally lost the post I was just working on. I think it was about how cold I am, sitting by the window in this ancient uninsulated building. But when I talk about nothing so much, it's easy to lose track.
I am currently eating a chicken pot pie. I really want brownies. In the worst way. But I cannot have brownies. Why is this? 1. I don't have an oven, so I can't bake my own. 2. I can't buy them from Wal-Mart or Food Lion or anyplace like that. 3. The places I could buy them from are too expensive for my cheap tastes. I suppose this wouldn't be such a dilemma if I hadn't, ahem, blown it at Old Navy the other day, thereby forcing cutbacks. Sad, isn't it?
I'm at Wal-Mart way too much anyway. Tonight I had to stop for more contact solution and to get some snacks for my manager's Super Bowl party tomorrow. The problem with going late at night is the lines are usually insane; they weren't too bad tonight, though.
Currently, I have P.O.D., "Youth of the Nation," playing. It's interesting how some really good songs came out of the Columbine tragedies. Michael W. Smith has one called, "This Is Your Time," about Cassie Bernall, who is the girl who answered yes when she was asked if she believed in God. She was then shot. I think it's an awesome story, cause I know if I was ever in that position, my body would want to say no, but my Spirit would enable me to say yes.
I'm sitting here looking for a thread to tie my little tidbits together.....sorry, can't find one. Anyone want to send me some brownies?