There’s a Hallmark Fresh Ink greeting card that says:

[Outside:]   If you drink 8 glasses of water a day, like they say to…
[Inside:]   Your new hobby will be peeing.

I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s so true. Every time I bring a water bottle to work (either 16- or 20-oz.), I have to pee at exactly 10:30am and again at exactly 11:30am. How weird is that?

Hey, pop quiz:

1. Do you have a high-speed internet connection (or a plain old modem and several minutes of free time)?
2. Do you have either headphones or speakers?

If you answered “Yes” to both of these questions, you should immediately visit Punk Kittens. I would definitely recommend it if you are a cat person, whereas I would definitely not recommend visiting Mr. Johnson if you are a cat person.

If you don’t like punk music, though, or if you prefer pachyderms over felines, you might like something classical, such as Pavarotti Loves Elephants.

There was fog tonight on Newport, and that made me happy.

I don’t know why fog makes me happy. It’s one of the few things in nature that has an effect on me, and I think it’s because being in the fog makes me feel like I’m flying through the clouds.

I remember liking it since I was in first grade. Our playground was really huge, and when it was foggy, you could get lost in it.

The whole show is blocked, right on schedule, except for the last two lyrics of “Side by Side” (the lyrics, of course, are “by side”). We only got three-quarters of the way through it on Monday, so we tried to finish it last night at 9:30 because we finished all our actual blocking (including bows) way early. But when 10:00 rolled around, we were still a few measures from the end, so Ron stopped us and said we’d have to finish it Friday. Stupid song is the bane of my existence now.