Various post ideas...

I keep thinking of really hot topics, then by the time I sit down with the computer, forget what they are. My brain isn't functioning and I pretty much just knit and watch The Office on Netflix whenever I get to sit down. I can't read above the level of Sunset magazine. The hormones must be making me stupid, because I haven't been drinking beer or stealing percosets.
The weird side-effect of crazy third trimester hormones (or whatever is making me feel weird side-effects and write sentences like this one) is a sense of humor gone off-color and surprisingly morbid. Things that normally would not merit a chuckle are suddenly hilarious.
On a random note and because I want to be sure to overuse the word "random," I truly realized the error of my ways today when Trevor said, as we walked down Monroe past the bus depot, "What's that fat worker guy doing?" I guess I should've chosen a gentler word to describe my current condition.