So I just took a walk to the mailbox across the street. Let me set the scene. It's cloudy and cold outside and the mailbox, though close to the office, is on a small side street. There I am, walking along, a stack of envelopes in my arms, fresh from a mailing I just completed. I cross the street and arrive at the mailbox where I proceed to drop the envelopes in bunches. All of a sudden, I hear a cheerful whistling coming from somewhere close behind me. I turn around and there's no one there. No cars are driving by and the only thing I can see is an occasional snowflake blowing through the dark sky. I turn back around and focus on the task at hand. The whistling continues and I still don't know where it's coming from. I finish depositing envelopes and get the heck out of there. It was like a bad horror movie. I was waiting for an evil clown to pop up behind me or something.

And speaking of bad horror movies... no, I'm just kidding but it was a good seque wasn't it? This was actually a really good movie but it was dark and disturbing and if you go see it, trust me, as you're cringing your way through the first half hour, wanting to clench your eyes shut and hold your hands over your ears so you can make it just go away, it does get better. It gets much better. It is actually worthwhile and thought provoking and I'd like to see it again.

And also speaking of bad horror movies, I just heated up a lunch for myself - one of those microwavable lunches you can buy in a package and bring to work. In an attempt to be healthy, I bought, made, and then ate, mac and soy cheese. If you have ever had macaroni and soy, you should know that it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Literally. But at least it's healthy.  ¶ 1:41 PM