Number of US presidents poisoned by distant relatives of Mrs. McCloskey: 1

During this evening's power outage, Mrs. McCloskey memorised the presidents.

I can think of no earthly reason why an intelligent, well-educated human being of discerning tastes --- not to mention somebody possessed of such devastating good looks --- should play an entire game of dominoes with a Depeche Mode song lodged in their head. Sometimes it just happens, I guess....

Snow. But will it lie?

Pretty animals. Very pretty.

Number of deer currently feeding in the trees outside: 6

Google search result: ""The Store Stupid""

I suppose I could make lots of distracting upperbody movements, to keep the focus of people's attention directed away from the whole sock issue.

And I'm wearing that nice sweater too. The one I wore on Christmas Day. The sweater and the black jeans look well, but the blue socks just don't work at all. I hope nobody looks at my feet today.

Anyway, upshot of it all is that I'm wearing blue socks with black jeans. Black socks with blue jeans is fine, but blue socks with black jeans seems inappropriate. And I have to wear the black jeans because I want to wash the blue jeans and the other blue trousers today.

The shortage of black socks puzzles me. I thought that all the socks --- black and blue (plus that one green pair) --- were in the bag that I packed or in the laundry, but now there are no black socks in the load of newly-done laundry. Maybe I washed them all and wore them all and now they're all back in the laundry.

Yahoo search result: ""Frequency Attunement""

Yahoo search result: "how to turn your man into putty in your hands"

Google search result: "environmentally conscious, socially resp"

Mrs. McCloskey has locked herself in the bedroom so that she can dance without being disturbed.

Google search result: ""Brian Maccloskey""

Lycos search result: "flaky flix"

Mrs. McCloskey's celebrity dream: Mrs. McCloskey and go on a double date with Britney Spears and one of the Backstreet Boys. We stay out late, getting drunk and dancing, and get home at 6:00am.

What Mrs. McCloskey said in her sleep last night: "No, wait. Don't throw it on the floor. If you don't want it, find somebody else who wants it and give it to them."

Deja vu: I'm on the phone, talking to Mrs. McCloskey's brother, and I'm standing next to Mrs.McCloskey's mom, who's playing a game on the computer.

Saw a llama today. Or maybe it was an alpaca. One or the other.

Google search result: ""frequency attunement""

Google search result: "brian mccloskey"

What Mrs. McCloskey said in her sleep last night: "Das ist die best 'amburger I 'ave ever 'ad."

Because, you know, Jesus turned out all right. Obviously the result of being born in a stable environment.

Number of times I have kissed or been kissed under the mistletoe: 0

Idea for a script: Jesus learns the true meaning of Christmas.

Please accept --- with no obligation, implied or implicit --- my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practised within the most enjoyable tradition of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your preference. In addition, please enjoy a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2003. (No reindeer, elves or barns were injured during the composition or transmission of these greetings.)

But we don't have a microwave.

Hypothetical cooking:

I could bake a potato in a microwave in the same time that it takes to do the peas.

3:30-4:30pm: had a nap.

Went out earlier, then came back.

Yahoo search result: ""nudity in class""

Well, I think that, of all the days Mrs. McCloskey and I have spent not visiting San Francisco, yesterday was definitely one of the most successful. All that preparation certainly paid off.

Google search result: ""tom waits" doritos"

Google search result: "quaerite primum regnum dei"

4:20-5:10pm: had a nap.

I forgot to bring a bookmark. Remembered to bring books, but forgot to pack a bookmark.

I mean, we don't go to San Francisco on most days, but today's a bit special. For obvious reasons.

We are not going to San Francisco today.

More filing hints:

From Checklists For Life (Kristen M. Lagatree)

Nine Steps to Organize Your File Cabinet
1. Purchase a filing cabinet

Filing hints:

1. Start with dry nails to help prevent nails from peeling.
2. File nails at a 45º angle against the underside of nail edge to help maintain a strong nail tip.
3. Always start at the side of the nail and file toward the middle. Do not saw back and forth.

For a squared edge, file tip of nail straight across with the BROWN side, then round corners slightly with BEIGE side to prevent snagging.

For a natural-looking curve, file nail to match the curve of your fingertip. Filing alternately from one side, then the other will ensure an even shape.

Google search results: "bmw with a mexican flag"

3:45-4:05pm: had a nap.

AOL search results: “get rid of droopy eyelids non surgical”

Celebrity dream: I'm working for Larry Sanders and he's stressed out because he thinks the staff aren't doing their jobs properly. He lifts a load of papers off my desk and moves them to another table. My collages are among the things he moves, so I go retrieve them. I take them to a different table to sort them out. Gwyneth Paltrow is sitting at this table: she looks at one of the collages and says that it's "gross". I think she's just looking for attention, because it isn't gross at all. Then we look through the rest of the collages together and she asks me to run a bath for her.