I’ve come to the conclusion that yesterday I was unwittingly being controlled by some alien race of potato beings all day. I guess it could have been standard, terrestrial potato beings, but that would be rather mundane. I had french fries at lunch. I wrote that bit in the oceanlogblog about my headache and Mr. Potato Head. I bought a tube of Pringles on my way home from the gym. Sylvia made me mashed potatoes and chicken for dinner. It all adds up, doesn’t it? Frightening.