Did somebody say free food?

So I figured I'd drive down to Denny's to see if I could get that free Grand Slam breakfast they're giving out today from six to two. I didn't think I'd get in considering I left the house at eight, but I figured, what the hell?

The line reached out the door into the parking lot and was starting to lean towards wrapping around the building.

Aaaaaaand that's why I'm at Panera right now sitting next to two businessmen who look like they're on a date.

EDIT: There's something endearing about the fact that the two very well-behaved little kids at the table next to me are perfectly happy eating their bagels and looking through the cooking and architecture books from the seventies they seem to have acquired from somewhere.

A few random thoughts I had while spending far too much on groceries and clothes.

-- You know who could very easily play my landlord in the movie about my life? Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He'd have to regrow the beard and wear a knit hat from October to April, but ... yes.

-- You know what makes me far too happy? That whenever the History Channel interviews experts on the Civil War and the Old West, the experts nearly always have awesome mustaches that curl at the end and Van Dykes and mutton chops. I don't know if they just do that in makeup or what, but I don't care 'cause it makes me happy.

-- I want to have a baby if only for the tiny, tiny shoes. If I buy them without a baby, that's just depressing.

I hated this goddamn photo shoot.

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Yes, they seriously went to a dollar store and mugged for the cameras with poor people shopping behind them. I don't even watch The Hills and I want to douse Spencer and Heidi in gasoline and set them on FIRE.

... ew.

Twilight fans are crazy ... film at eleven.

My first reaction, after the subject line, was, "The proportions are all wrong on that." Which is impressive, really, considering I should STILL be saying, "No, seriously, something is WRONG with people."

It appears ...

... that the one thing Otis has been missing in his life is a cat bed.

I haven't seen him leave the damn thing for anything but dinner since I brought it into the house seven hours ago. And now he's back in it again. Heh.

And, yeah, I needed some new clothes so I got new underwear and bras, some "fat" jeans (I have my "skinny" jeans and my average-weight jeans, but I'm starting to get uncomfortable in those, so ...), a ton of cheap tops, and brown sneakers and brown dress shoes because while I'm set for black shoes, I'm completely lacking in brown shoes except for two pairs of strappy sandals. So that's one less thing I have to worry about.

I haven't written anything in three days. I'm going to eat dinner and then see what I can come up with. *sigh*