Number Three.

There is literally nothing I can name this blog that is not trite, overdone, or cliché. Nothing. It's raining outside, which is always good for an excellent nap. But the rain is making it impossible to name this blog without sounding ridiculous. "Singing in the Rain"? Dumb. "Rainy Days"? Awful. "Splashing in Puddles and Dreaming of Sunshine"? I disgust myself. So I stuck with "Number Three". Horrendously uncreative, but thankfully not as gag-inducing. Therefore, it's perfect.

I just realized we have the exact same bizarre glass side table with a sheaf of bronze wheat as the base in my parents' home. This house was built and furnished in the 1920's. What are the chances?

New experience of the day: Yerba Mate, a popular traditional drink in "el cono sur" del Sudamérica. It was disgusting, but apparently if I ever find myself living in one of those four countries I'll have to learn to like it, like beer. It's a cult thing. They sit in a circle and pass the cup, just like hookah. Or weed. But less terrible for your lungs and motivation.

New drink: Long Island Iced Tea. Jon bought us what we needed and I played bartender for the night. The best part? It was incredibly cheap. $20 bought the mix, the sweet and sour, and the coke. And Lord knows I love cheap things.

Tonight, on a whim, I informed everybody that I'm cooking them chinese food. So I'm making the chicken and Leslie's making the fried rice. I have been craving asian food, specifically chicken and fried rice, all week. I am so incredibly excited for this. Then, post-clean up: my first ever KU basketball game. This is a momentous occasion. It makes it so much better that we'll probably win. Games are always more fun when you're on the winning team.

I suppose this is enough stream of consciousness for one post. Maybe I should work on some sort of unifying factor that brings a little sense and organization to these posts.

Or not.