Grammar? I knew Grammar once

...but she died when I was a little girl. Sorry, it's one of those days and the brain is more than a little bit fuzzified.

Went to bed early last night, mind, or at least early-ish enough, and should have gotten plenty of sleep for a change. But of course I woke up at some pig's-tail hour, tossed and turned, gave up and read a little bit, then decided that there was no way I could sleep any more unless I ate some toast. So I ate some toast, then finally managed to get back to sleep for a while. Those Harry Potter books I've been reading finally invaded my dreams--I think I was flying on a broomstick in some dark halls of a Hogwarts-type place, with my mind attempting a Buffyverse crossover as some Harmony type was hanging around babbling airheadedly. (Is there any Draco-Harmony fic around? 'Cos that's a crossover pairing with amusement potential.) Dreams also involved unwilly giving me King Kong-related cosmetics, but my mind didn't seem interested in doing too much with that.

At the grocery store, they read your mind: Standing in line today, I considered buying a Nestle Tollhouse candy bar, but restrained myself and stuck with the planned purchase of almonds, apples, avocado, and tuna. You will note that nothing in that list indicates a person likely to buy silly overprocessed candy bars, yet the specially-printed checkout coupon was for $1.00 off any 2(two) bags of Nestle Tollhouse candy bars. The marketing is insidious, really.

Got the standard 2.5 mile walk in. Tired, but for once there doesn't seem to be mucus gurgling in the lungs. Is the bronchitis finally going away? We live in hope.