Two (make that three) great mysteries

1. This morning I woke up with a song very persistently stuck in my head, but I couldn't identify it. After some judicious Googling of the lyrics (no, Google, I did not mean to search for "feel better bettor") and an iTunes clip to confirm, I identified the song as Regina Spektor's "Better." I don't know where I've heard it before, but I suspect it was a montage in a movie or TV show that wasn't House.

This kind of thing happens to me often and it always makes me wonder about how my brain works: Have I watched so many movie/television music montages that my own dreams demand a soundtrack? And what brain-playlist set to "shuffle" dredges up some song I may not have heard for months and hits "repeat"?

2. Today I washed my new pair of jeans, which are a size 0. I was enjoying my Olsen twin-esque thinness until I realized that I was wearing a pair of jeans that fit just fine, and they happened to be a size 8.

Buying clothes is like being that dude in the house in The Phantom Tollbooth who's totally average but claims to be the thinnest fat man in the world and the fattest thin man in the world and the tallest short man in the world and the shortest tall man in the world. (I just opened up The Phantom Tollbooth to make sure I had that right, and I opened up to the exact page. Oooh.)

3. This post unpleasantly reminds me of the kind of post that would be written by someone whose blog I read for the sole reason that it is extremely irritating...but I wasted five minutes writing it so I'm going to publish it anyway.