^I was typing this, then.^

I suggest documenting it, because someday it could be a DOUBLE JEOPARDY question. That is, if Trebek is still alive by the time my internet fame skyrockets. I would sue the shit out of Channel 4 television if they even thought about replacing Alex with anybody else. I'm not even sure why the thought makes me so defensive, I have no thoughts on that whitetoothed reality show host. He certainly never changed my life. Maybe I'm just feeling defensive for those thirteen Alex Trebek fans who would become frantic.

I think that's called empathy.

This girl tried to steal my bracelet. Actually, she did. She has had it for a week and I didn't even notice 'til another friend decided to point it out. I guess I don't really find wrist ornaments all that important. Earrings either. Damn these sensitive lobes. I do enjoy necklaces. I think it's because they're the only piece of jewelry that doesn't feel it must constantly you remind yourself of it's presence. Damn dangling earrings swing around, flicking at my neck all day. And those bracelets, tinkling ostentatiously every time you set your hand on the table. Palm down, palm up, in a fist, you always hear those clicking charms or clashing loops.

Don't even get me started on rings.

I'm only writing another paragraph because jewelry is such an unappealing topic to end on. This might very well be equally as unappealing, but at least I can say I tried. My brain's interesting topic file is mysteriously missing at the moment. Oh, today I discovered with a friend, that the glass doors of our favourite sandwich shop are not in fact, one way. And now I'm recalling all the people we've gawked at and all the funny faces and gestures we've performed, and how many window shoppers we inadvertently entertained.

I guess these are the three most interesting things about my day.

Sentence from my day: "I love the word sprinkle."

I stole this day, which is why it's mine. I will sell you 06/02/2010 for a small fee and some Yoplait yogurt.