Some random Tuesday morning thoughts that didn’t make it into the morning update:

• God hates me, a fact that was confirmed by a perfect stranger. We spent last last Saturday out and about the town, and ended up on the beach where there were dogs a-plenty. Since I still don’t have a pug, I asked Ed (as I do 4 times a day), “Why don’t I have a pug yet?”

Ed: “Because God hates you.”

Random Stranger walking by, laughing: “He does, too!”

Hmpf.

• I need idea for a thank-you gift. Our space station is moving at the end of this month, and I’d like to get a little something for the daytime employees at the 7-11 across the street. Since I started working here last March, I’ve been in the 7-11 at least a once a day five days a week to use their ice machine. Sometimes I buy Diet Coke or a snack, but most of the time I don’t – I just want ice. They’ve been more than accepting of the weird ice girl who usually brings her own cup but is okay with paying for one if she didn’t and regardless of the weather outside always seems to need a giant cup full of ice. In fact, on the days I’m NOT there, they ask where I’ve been because they’re just that used to my ice-stealing ways. Since we’re moving out of the neighbourhood (and, I’m told, getting a new fridge with an ice maker in it), I want to say thank you for all the ice I’ve stolen from them over the course of the last 14 months. What says “so long, and thanks for all the ice”? They’re a 7-11, so out of the question are things like generic chocolate bars, gummy candy, discount sushi, or hot dogs. Are flowers a good generic group thank you? Booze? A stripper wearing tassels that say “THANK” and “YOU”, respectively? Help me out, here. I need ideas.

• My uterus has a truly horrible sense of humour – my period is 5 days early. It’s not enough that I’m broken and wounded and I can’t wipe my butt if I wanted to – now I get to figure out how to work tampons with my wrong hand. This should be totally awesome and in no way hilarious in that incredibly uncomfortable way, like the locker room scene in Carrie.

Plug it up, indeed.