break from reading World Investment Reports....legs tingling from sleep...mouth gritty with sugar...water glass empty...numb bottom...yes- I definitely need a break...

I received a parcel (package) today!  My first, and probably only, parcel in Edinburgh!  A wee heavy box of candies and Halloween decorations from Mark and Faith.  They are too great- esp. since it cost almost $20 to send $5 worth of sweets.  Very appreciated...though I already pawed through the box and downed a quarter of my treats already....groan....can't stop...eating the sweets...I miss those two love birds.  I used to spend nights at their apartment in Portland- staying up late watching movies and eating popcorn then just pass out on the futon.  Good times. 

So I've decided I'm not the prettiest bird on the branch and I'm not the ugliest dog on the curb-- and I think I'm fine with being average.  Average- such a boring word-- it's got such a rotten reputation.  Average looks, average brain, average style.  But really with average no one expects too much or too little.  Did anyone know that I was voted "Most Average Eighth Grader?"  (Rather funny because you all know I have my "moments" of craziness...!)  I still don't know though...average= me?  More like uniquely average?  I don't think my laugh is very average, more like wicked loud.  And my smile being average?  More like annoyingly large and in-your-face.  My body shape?  Yes, average.  My level of intelligence?  Yes, average.  My passion for adventure?  NOT average (though I wish it was-- then everyone would be so much more fun!)  My outlook on life?  I'm not sure.  My family?  Better than average.  My truth?  My morals?  My my my...average?  average?  average?  O piss it all- I'm not average.  Average?  What the heck is average?  Wow- I'm mad right now.  Typing so fast.  Can't slow down.....need to...smoke rising from the keyboard.  My - key is broken from typing -ver-ge so much.  I need -ir.  I'm off to e-t something to nibble on or m-ybe cook some hotc-kes....