So, I unhooked the cable. And hid it. Now Pancake Land is glaring at me as we (a) try to entertain ourselves and (b) try not to kill each other. On a less life threatening note, Reese’s has released dark chocolate miniature peanut butter cups. They are so delicious. I have yet to do any experiments with them, but soon I will. I recently discovered that I am the only dark chocolate eater in the house, so they are safe in the fridge. It is so nice to be able to have a food that can be left in plain sight without the fear of someone eating all of it and without that food being something gross like pickled sausages (sorry to all of you who enjoy pickled sausages). It’s not neccessarily that I am selfish, but I am a little bit, but if I want a Reese’s dark chocolate peanut butter cup, and I went and got a bag of them, and put them in the fridge so they would not be all melty, then I would also like for them to be in the fridge when I go to retrieve them for my eating pleasure. Is that so much to ask? Not anymore. MWHahahahahahaha. Errr. Anyways, as I am typing this, my arm is cramping from the angle at which I must hold my hands to type. What do I do to compensate for a short chair? Sit on a ridiculously thick dictionary. If that doesn’t work? Start adding phonebooks and Sear’s catalogs. Needless to say, but I’ll say it anyway, I am a little restless. ~SC