The thoughts that keep me awake at night. Wide awake.

Friday night I went to see Andrew Bird play at the Capitol Center. When he began "Tables and Chairs," I may have started hyperventilating in the mezzanine, because that's my favorite song in the entire universe.

Also, I had the pleasure of attending said concert with the terrifically talented Pixels and Pulp team -- if you're not familiar with their work, get a move on over here.

If you're within driving distance, the Children's Book Illustrator show at the University of New England is phenomenal. And if you're in the vicinity, you might as well swing over to the Big Sky Bread Company because they make apple turnovers that are kind of awesome.

I just totaled up the weeks left in the year; only 12 to go! Also, I should probably figure out just how many cups of coffee I've drank up until this point.

I wish I could take credit for the "Abigail, Belle of Kilronan" remark above, but someone actually asked me that years ago. Since I typically get asked, "Abbie, like 'Dear Abby'?" the random Magnetic Fields reference was a welcome departure.

We also argued about a Winnebago nightlight, but I'll spare you the details on that one.

Spiderman has a certain ring to it, don't you think?