I'm flying solo this week; Ponzi is back home in North Carolina with family (for private reasons). Turns out, I miss Ponzi a lot when she's not around. It gets awfully quiet around here, so I attempt to fill the empty void by singing old Schoolhouse Rock tunes. That works until I need to type something, at which point I stop singing long enough to re-read what I write. Ponzi says that every once in a while, she'll catch me mouthing the words that I type. I tell her it's because I like to write sentences that would sound just as natural as if I were to say them aloud. Too bad real life doesn't have a backspace key (or Web edit dialog that clears itself when the page reloads). Dinner tonight was… cheesy crackers, a few pieces of raw pasta, a handful of my Darth Vader cereal, a bag of popcorn, and soda water. Delicious and nutritious! I wonder if I'm following that new food pyramid she was talking about last week? I still remember the four food groups, Slim Goodbody, and Yuckmouth ('cause he don't brush).