I’ve woken up stupidly early (like 4:30-5:30) several days in the last week.  It’s annoying.  I don’t want to go to bed at 9:00 like somebody’s grandma, but it’s creeping toward that.  What gives?  Next thing you know I’ll be wearing adult diapers and demanding discounts at Village Inn.

Hm…I’m hungry.  Today is one of the few days this week it’s not supposed to rain, so Denny’s going to grill up some chicken and mushrooms, which we’ll have with farmer’s market spinach salad and…maybe something else, TBD.  I picked up some reduced fat salt and pepper potato chips in the hippie aisle at Hy-Vee last night, so maybe we’ll give those a try.

Isn’t it nice of me to just brainstorm about dinner?  Fascinating, I’m sure.  I owe you more than that.

Um…I just read two Chuck Palahniuk books in a row and I think they’re warping my brain.  I think he’s a really good writer, though.  He’s all about the novel as a whole.  Things don’t make sense at first, but as you delve further in, everything arranges itself.  He does interesting things with repeating words and phrases, and he’s all about the slow reveal, but not in the cheap twist ending sense.

I like him, but I think I need a break.  Any good book recommendations?