sunday night potpourri

a mish-mosh of musty smelling thoughts floating through my brain:

1) what's so horrible about home confinement for Martha Stewart? She's a domesticzarina. How uncomfortable is 5 months at her pad, it's like a prisinn. prison+inn! get it?!?!

2) why is 7 a lucky number? 6 and 8 must be freaking jealous. i'd be! shit.

3) no one calls anyone a hobo anymore.

4) what's a funicular

5) is it odd to calculate the night before how much sleep you anticipate getting?
 
6) most potpourri smells like toilet water