Got me haircut today. I always know its a bad sign when I like the cut when I'm in the chair. Its always an inverted process. If I like it straightaway, I start to hate it by the time I walk outside and look at my reflection in the Seven-Eleven windows. If I feel uncomfortable looking at myself when I"m still there, it usually turns out to be a pretty good cut. Why is that, you ask? Well I couldn't be sure. The only logical conclusion I can draw is that I'm psycho. Hmm. I have sand in my mouth...Which brings me to another question:

Who invented the sandwich?

On top of that,

Why is a sandwich called a sandwich?

On top of that,

What is Josh's favorite sandwich?

Obviously if you're even remotely intuitive, you'd know that it all depends on what mood I'm in. Turkey with tomato/mayo/mustard/pepper on wheat is always a good choice. But sometimes PB&J is absolutely the only way to go. The sandwich decision can be a tricky one. The only real consistent choice is the side note: salt and pepper kettle chips. Oh my goodness. Heaven in a bag. Almost as amazing as the stunt sequence at the beginning of the new Bond movie. Dangit. Now I'm hungry but I've already brushed my teeth. I'm going to bed. I feel crazy.