I clench my fists when I run.

Here is it as told by Will Forte on Conan...an official opprotunity to sound off to the world exactly how I feel about the Gilmore Girls.

am I annoying is incredibly structured with classifications of "I'm a mom in 2004", "Look at Me, I'm Postage", and cruelly enough, "horse face" (are these annoying things?)

sleepless sports commentary

Earlier I had a conversation with my under-napped roomate on how I suffer without all the sleep I get, and that its largely a genetic thing, but of course at 4:10a.m. I am awake and realing with the chorus of FAME in my brain. G-DArn karaoke@!

I got seriously busted up over the pregame show of the superbowl. If anyone saw it, I don't have to explain myself. If you didn't see it: salute to WWII veterans, alicia keys,lyric interpreter, deaf and blind kids. I began to think that I wasn't going to be able to go over to the Clam chowder and cheesteak party, being weepy and all. But I pulled through. Then I started channeling McNabbs stress and excitement and I really wanted Philly to win. I swear I knew how it must feel to get your chance in the superbowl and know that you've already acheived greatness in just being there, since you're up against one of the greatest teams in the NFL, and you're grateful for that- but how sweet to kick some patriotic butt? To be hearing about and staring at Tom Bradys backside all year and to be able to bury him in Jacksonville?!? Sweet success. You could see it on his face in the third play when he almost turned it over with a fumble, but under the watchful eye of coach Andy Reid a challenge kept the play. You could tell in his face he was already starting to beat himself up inside. bottled up. just wanting to be held like a baby right in the middle of the field. Yeah I know that feeling.

nursing ravine dreams

Today I woke up to my fifth ravine dream this month! Its a ravine dream mystery! Nancy Drew and the Ravine Dreams.

RAVINE DREAM 1:This one had the most traumatic detailed ending with my boyfriends grandma driving us both off a little bridge in Lutherville. I tried to tell her but she couldn't hear me. I remember catching air in the stationwagon and screaming a slow 3 seconds before the car hit the water. Stranger still, I woke up next to my boyfriend and wasn't sure if I should say,"you're grandmother just killed me."

RAVINE DREAM 2: blurry but about my new car. to be expected.

RAVINE DREAM 3: The next one was about my maternal (deceased) grandmother who used to live in the quantist cute cottage next to a knights of columbus hall. It teetered atop a very rocky little summit no kidding. it was very dangerous to visit, and my brother and I would scale her front yard and get yelled at. (this is all real life.) so dream, her cottage was rehabbed with a huge window built to the edge of the cliff overlooking ridges like the grand canyon. I was pressed against the window pressing my luck of falling.

RAVINE DREAM 4+5: The one last night involved two ravines. I was at a high rise in Vegas?!?! I took the elevator down where suddenly a very famous older clothing designer dude lent me purple Chevy F150?!?!? But he first tried to get me to take E. I resisted the offer, siting that I would be driving his truck. He didn't care. I took it. Then immediately proceeded to drive the truck out of a snowy lot, and it slid into a ravine full of sludge that looked like corn and acted like quicksand! I went back to tell him. and he lent me a second truck—and I did the same thing!!!!! I was really embarrassed and exhausted, so I woke up.

"frequent ravine" interpretations welcome.