further drivel

On the way to work today, I saw someone who had "Naval Militia" license plates. (I also saw someone walking his dogs in bare feet, who let them poop on the sidewalk and then didn't clean it up, but he and his karmic ringworm-yet-to-come are another story). The Naval Militia plates got me thinking that I'd like to be in the Navel Militia. Where everyone wages war by flinging the lint from their bellybuttons at one another.

Unrelatedly, I started taking psychology classes at Kate State University. Sure, ok, I'm my own professors, and I have to listen to A LOT of podcasted lectures, but some of them are really interesting, and already I've discovered that I have seventeen different symptoms of a variety of mental disorders. Luckily, none of them add up to very much. But you know you're dorking out when you wake up after 11 hours of (much-needed) sleep and say "Ack! I'm a hyper-somniac! I must be depressed!" (I suppose, however, that it's better than waking up alone and saying "Ack! Who the hell are you?!? I must be schitzophrenic!" but perhaps only marginally.)

Also unrelatedly, I have to stop baking for a while. This weekend I produced some orange cupcakes (quite tasty) and some sweet pea cupcakes (green and fabulous!) Now why, you ask, if these cupcakes are so terrific, do I have to stop baking them? Don't be dense, it's Pending Bathing Suit Season and cupcakes do not a tankini-bod make. But you know how it goes, you think, "oh, I'm not making these for me, they don't really count. And, really, I'm just licking the spoon, how bad can that be?"

You're not just licking the spoon, now, are you?

Lecture over. Suffice it to say, the baked goods that appear at my desk today may mark a very sugar-free May.

Besides, I'll be very busy in the ROTC program at Kate State. Who knows? I may even be called up for Navel Militia service.