I love George Clooney. Is that so wrong? I don't think about it very often, but his recent tiff with Bill O'Reilly has rekindled the flame. However, that's not enough to get me to see Ocean's 12.

I sent my graduate school applications today. I feel pretty weird about it, but I'd like to think that soon the weird feeling will blossom into the great sense of relief and pride I was hoping for.

I'm going to eat a deli sandwich soon. It's going to be turkey with pepper jack cheese, with mustard, tomato, and onion. Last time it had lettuce as well, but it made the sandwich so tall that I couldn't bite it comfortably. I've been told by many dentists that I have a very small mouth. Small mouth, short little legs. What's next?!

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