Have you ever been talking to a friend about something you read or someone you heard about, but you can’t remember the person’s name? You have enough of a vague idea of how it sounded, and you might mumble through two or three variations before the other person gets what you were trying to say, and fills in the blank with the name, leading to a sigh of relief on your part!

If you go into a casino and you’re expecting to hit a jackpot, you’re likely going to be very disappointed.

But the reality is, this has been an itch that won’t go away. And I know better than to try to outsmart my gut. It always comes back to get you in one way or another. Or, maybe not so much to get you, but more like a persistent child who simply will not stop tugging on your jacket until you acknowledge her.

Thoughts on Chuck Lorre’s Vanity #378 card.

Maybe the key is to go through as much of life as possible, with your mind already made up about as little as possible.

I've always said that I wanted to plan my funeral, and I don't mean it to sound grim, but it's kind of exciting. So I went to a random stranger’s funeral instead.

I work 8:30 am to 5:00 pm, Monday through Friday. It's pretty much exactly the type of job I always said I didn't want to end up in: in an office staring at a computer for the whole day.