here is a sampling of my stupidity and apparent sub-conscious addiction to breath mints:

i have something of a nightly routine that involves applying chapstick to my lips and lotion to my hands before i go to bed. (incidentally, this is the reason why i have girly soft hands!) anyway, last night, i noticed that my chapstick was gone. chances are, it got lost somewhere during the transfer between Angela and me. we went to Sports Park on Oakton last night and she held onto the contents of my pocket (including chapstick) while i was crushing pitches in the “very fast” batting cage. either it was lost then or it fell out of my shorts’ pocket (one reason why i dislike wearing shorts).

anyway, this morning, i made a mental note to pick up a new stick at the Mart before heading into the office. after pulling out some cash from the ATM at the Mart, i headed into the convenience stand to make my purchase. i was on auto-pilot, if you will, and instinctively picked up my Spearmint Ice Breakers and paid for them. as i was putting the new package in my pocket, i realized that i wasn’t out of mints…

what is wrong with me?!

it took me a good 30 seconds before i remembered why i actually went to the store. playing it cool, i asked the lady at the counter if they had chapstick and bought that as well.

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i heard a live version of Black by Pearl Jam in the car the other day and the Sandfords, Angela, and i had a nice little jam session for a few minutes. i was listening to the studio version this morning and it struck me just how moving the riff in that song is. the lyrics are charged with emotion and even though Eddie Vedder is probably telling his story of heartache from his childhood or teen years, you can still hear the pain in his voice. does he not have one of the most emotive voices of our generation? coupled with the riveting solo, this song is a masterpiece of the early 90s. there’s nothing like reliving the good ol’ alternative rock of the early 90s on a humid summer morning :-)