It's official: the apocalypse has begun.
Okay, actually I don't really care. Mainly because she isn't very interested in facebook - she signed up just because she was curious, and she doesn't even remember her password anymore, so the issue is more or less moot - but also because we've made an agreement not to add each other. Still. My mother has a facebook. The end of times is come upon us. What the hell?
I've been ridiculously hungry lately. I don't know why. I'm just eating everything in sight. I'd think it's connected to my running, except for the fact that I've kind of been failing royally at that lately. At least I'm doing over the minimum amount required for maintaining weight/stamina. Not much more than that, though. But yeah, food. Nom nom nom.
Right now I'm really loving Fleetwood Mac's song The Chain. I should go dig through my mom's record collection and see if I can find it.