I Figured It Out

The stupidest song in the world, that is.

Mr. Roboto by Styx. I listened to the whole thing this morning in the car, and I have to say, I am sad about those five minutes I'll never get back.

The funniest part is that when it came on, I was all, "All right! Yes! Woo hoo!! Mr. Roboto! I haven't heard this song in FOREVER!!" I was so pumped.

Then as I sat there listening to it, I became more and more upset by it. Because the lyrics are the worst ever. And then I looked it up on Wikipedia and it turns out that the song is part of Styx's concept album for a rock opera having something to do with some freak who gets locked up in some kind of jail for musicians or something and he escapes by killing the Roboto who was guarding him and hiding in his empty shell of a robot body. I seriously cannot believe that:
a. Styx made a rock opera/concept album
and
b. That this is what they chose as the plot

That's why the song says 'Domo arigato Mr. Roboto,' which translates to 'Thank you very much Mr. Roboto.' The guy is thanking this Roboto for letting him kill it and hide in his body.

This is all too much for me.

All I Need Are Some Tasty Waves...

Well, actually what I'd like are some Tastycakes. Or a Little Debbie snack cake. Or any cake really. The point is, I am really into baked goods.

This is so unlike me. Usually I'd go for savory over sweet. That's not to say I don't enjoy my desserts. I really do. But I usually really enjoy my savory meals more.

It started last weekend when I realized that all I wanted for breakfast was some pancakes. Preferably of the chocolate chip variety. It was a good thing I was meeting Amy and the gang for breakfast at Miss Shirley's. I got my pancakes, and they were damn good.

But here's the weird part. I don't normally order pancakes, or any other kind of sweet breakfast item, when I go out to breakfast. I almost always prefer a nice omelet or some such thing.

Fast forward to today. I went to Whole Foods before I went to work so that I could get some lunch (I had a doc appointment this morning and was going to be late to work anyway). I picked up a salad, which at the time, only semi-appealed to me. By the time I was at work and ready to eat said salad, I couldn't have been more sad to eat it. This is normally not the case.

So what did I do? Ate part of the salad, threw the rest away, braved the rain outside and hiked to Panera (less than a block away) for a chocolate chip cookie and a pumpkin muffie (the top half of the muffin). And I ate the hell out of them.

The ironic part? This morning I was complaining to the midwife about how tired I am, and she suggested cutting out simple sugars. Um...I'll start that tomorrow. For sure.