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I am having total writer's block here. Words won't come out of my hands or mouth right. A few minutes ago I couldn't remember Scarlett Johansson's name, so I asked Sam, "what's her name, you know, Ryan Reynold's wife?" He was like, I don't think I've ever heard her referred to that way, what is wrong with you??

My problem is that I can't seem to get into reading anything these days, and my vocabulary and brain are seriously suffering. Is this what it's like to be a non-reader? I mean, sometimes I'll even find myself looking at certain magazine articles, and I'll think, nah, that's too long, I don't feel like getting into that. I can't think of words, I can't think of names. I'm regressing and becoming ignorant, my intellect frozen out by time without input.

What the H. I read Harry Potter followed by an amazing, amazing fanfiction, one that was much better than many books out there, and now everything just pales in comparison. I am trying to re-read Twilight and it is slow going. It doesn't help that I've been sewing like mad lately trying to get Violet's cold-weather wardrobe done. But seriously, I just need to take some time and soak up some words. I am majorly atrophying here!

Random anecdote: yesterday I went to Trader Joe's with Sam and Violet, and I spent, like, almost $200. Holy Crap!! That is by far the most I have ever laid out there. But, I hadn't gone in like 3 weeks and we were seriously out of most of our staples. Sometimes you have to take a hit like that. Sam's reaction was to tell me incredulously that I need therapy and then thoroughly examine every single item on the receipt while peppering me with questions. Have I mentioned that he's not coming with me to TJ's again? What I think is funny though, is that no matter how much my total is, the employees are always like, "wow, you did great!! That's really not that much!" Not that much?! How the heck much are *you* spending on your groceries, Trader Joe's employees?? Whatever. I still totally eat it up. I am such a sucker for contractually obligated cheerfulness & ego-stroking.

I can't remember what else I was thinking of blogging about. Maybe because my I.Q. is at "average" these days. I am not kidding. I lost my keys a few days ago and I still haven't found them. Baby Wright lost his Crocs somewhere in the house and not only can I not find them, but I can't even come up with places to look. Brain waves = duuuuuuuuuuuh.

I leave you with this SNL sketch, which I've already watched several times, and which keeps making me laugh everytime I think about it, especially the part about the flavor notes, heheh: