Owl Schmowl

Having been chastised today by my blog mentor, I am going to try to blog more often. (Blog mentor, you know who you are.) You see, I have felt that I need to have a weird, almost Harry-Potterish experience if I were to have any post-worthy material. You know, like getting a letter from an owl, or something. The thing is, some of my favorite posts that my friends have written are more about the mundane, Seinfeldesque aspects of life. I don't think I can reach their caliber of humor, but, I can at least share a bit more about the daily grind . . .
I woke up this morning with a sore throat. I still have it. I'm not sure if it's allergies or a cold. Are there any other allergy-prone people out there who had a sore throat today? Maybe I'll have to get some Yogurtland to soothe my throat. That wouldn't be so bad.
Also, doesn't it suck when you are approaching a large intersection, and, thanks to the abruptly braking car in front of you, you realize that the signal is out, and said intersection is now functioning as a four-way stop? It's like, goody, I now have time to plan out the next 70 years of my life as I sit here. I think my goal for the next 70 years is to get Aaron to eat steak.