Extreme randomosity!

• This (the beverage pictured) is some really good shit. And it's the only reasonably-priced wine made by Francis Ford Coppola's winery.

I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm now allergic to one of my favorite flowers... the stargazer lily. I've had a beautiful bunch in the apartment for about a week now, and I've felt like I've been fighting off some cold-like thing all week. I just made the possible connection tonight. Fer crying out loud...isn't it enough that I can't have normal food ? I can't have my favorite flowers around now??

YouTube is the greatest thing ever. I heart it.

I knew today was going to be a weird day after I flushed one of my favorite necklaces down the toilet while getting ready for work. I mean, who DOES that? Fuuuuuck. I just stood there, looking into the bowl, as though the necklace might somehow reappear.

I hate Macy's. Let me clarify: I hate clothes shopping at Macy's. I went to the Union Square store last weekend, and not only was it about 1000 degrees in the store, it smelled like someone had urinated in the dressing rooms. And that's not the first time I've noticed that the dressing rooms in a Macy's have reeked. I tried on about 20 items, most of which didn't even come close to fitting... and all of which were overpriced, even during their sale. Phooey.

How is it possible to be so busy, yet have little to say when people ask what you've been up to?

Nat's written a couple of really interesting posts about signs recently, and I think I got one of my own this week. When I was doing laundry, there were no dryers available when the wash cycle was finished. Not even a single one that I could cram all my stuff into. And I wasn't about to let my wet stuff rot in those washing machines for 35 minutes or more until someone else's drying cycle was complete. So I threw it all into my cart and hauled it to another laundromat a few long blocks away. And this laundromat's cheaper -- yay -- but half the machines are often broken... and not labeled as such, so you often end up throwing a bunch of money away. And even the dryers that work there take fucking forever. So I think I have my answer about whether I should farm out some of my laundry...

I have the greatest commute ever. As in most cities, there are about 15 different routes I can take to get to or from work, and they pretty much take about the same amount of time. So most days, I take the most scenic route, which takes me along the Marina on my way to work, and through the Presidio on my way home. That must be the prettiest military base ever built, and it's now a national park. It's so nice after a long day at work to look at the bay, the Golden Gate Bridge, the historic buildings in the Presidio, and all the trees along the way.

And it sure as hell beats public transit.