Today, I am going to be random. Look, my phone stopped working, letting me know that I was on “no network.” Ok. So be it. I hunkered down and streamed Hulu show.

I’ll share a secret with you, though. I love gummy bears. Particularly at night. I know I have been doom and gloom lately. Depressed. Sad. Morbid. Not tonight. Tonight, I am annoyed because I have no gummy bears. And, tonight, as a result, I resorted to eating fruit cup jello gel. Or so I think that is what it is called. I seriously cannot remember when I last ate such a thing.

As I sat on the couch eating my jello, I actually felt a bit silly. I felt like a kid. I needed my bedtime sugar. Yes, that is a bad thing to do healthwise. However, mentally, it was fun. Silly. Obscene. Alleviating. I felt ridiculous to be sitting in my panda robe eating jello on the couch at midnight. Who have I become?

Well, I have evolved from gummies to jello. Or is that considered devolving? I should really stop before I get a cavity. I really don’t like dentists. Actually, I take that back. I know some really sweet, caring dentists. What I hate is going to the dentist and hearing the sound of a drill up in my mouth. I should put away the jello. But I don’t want to.

I’m going to fall asleep and have nightmares of a jello monster chasing me. Then I’m going to wake up and realize it was no dream, afterall.

Happy valentine’s day!