I just have a couple of random things to say.

The title comes from the fact that I always look at the clock at 3:11 — am or pm; I see it generally at least once a day. For as many years as I can remember… Like, it possibly began in college, or something. In addition, I also tend to look at my car stereo when a song has reached 3 minutes and 11 seconds, and sometimes when microwaving, I do the same thing with the timer. Why is this? I remember when I was a kid that my favorite hymn (back when I went to church, so — yeah, I was 16, maximum) was number 311, so… When I don’t have “It’s 3am, I must be lonely” running through my head, I have some old hymn “Lift High the Cross” running on a loop for a bit.

Before anyone reading this thinks that last thing is some kinda sign, I’ve got some Numerology for you: my birth number is 5; 3 plus 1, plus 1… My birth date is 11/30, so that’s interesting. I know there’s a band called 311, but I couldn’t even tell you if I’ve ever heard one of their songs. What was really weird is that I went through a period about a year ago, where I was looking at the clock at just about every hour on the hour, 11 minutes past. 4:11, 5:11, 6:11… It was kinda spooking me. It was actually a relief when I stopped doing that, because it was exhausting. Of course, I do live in apartment number 11.

Anyway, I know this is only interesting to me. I talked about it with Romany a while back; she has experienced something similar, and said that it’s just probably when I look at the clock — BECAUSE that’s when I look at the clock. It could be just perpetuating itself because I’ve done it and noted it for so long. She’s probably right. Romany is always right about these kinda things.

Romany is likewise always right about buying jeans; even JT is aware of this, and chastised me for not following the Rom-method (Romethod?) of buying jeans that are officially too tight (because after a wear and a wash, they’re perfect) when last buying a couple of pairs, but… Ladies — has anyone noticed that the size of jeans is just way off since God invented Stretch Denim? Seriously. I pretty much only buy Levi’s, and have for years… Now, my size has not been constant for years, I admit. But — I walked in there with a size 10 covering my ass, and walked out with two pairs slung over my arm; one a size 8, and the other 12. I swear to you, Romany, I tried like hell to get the 10’s on, knowing that the 12’s would just stretch-out too quickly whenever I wear them, and that I wouldn’t be able to get more than a wear out of them each washing… No luck. Now I got baggy stretch-denim-ass half-way through my day.

Last thing: for those of you who work at TE, and actually, anyone else who just knows Tom (Look Ma, no vowels) Szymczyk… I’ve come up with a new torture for him that’s just tickling the hell outta me. Instead of just speaking or singing “Tommy can you hear me?” when I see him — like I do — I’m gonna try calling him on his cell to say: “Tommy can you hear me now? How ‘bout now? Tommy, can you hear me NOW?”

Hee.