Apparently I've been tagged

Now, I had no idea what Stephanie was talking about when I read her comment. I've been tagged as a meme. WTF? First of all, I had to refresh my memory on this whole "meme" thing. I couldn't even figure out how to pronounce it. Like 'meem' or like 'mimi'? Well, the audio portion of the online dictionary says 'meem' but a friend tells me it's meh-meh. Who knows?

So here's the definition: n. A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another.

In other words, this is someone's fancy way of getting us all involved in a chain letter. Or a chain blogging event. By telling us that we're transferring a unit of cultural information. I find it difficult to buy into. And who says I have six quirky behaviors anyway?

Oh, all right. Here you go. (huge sigh)

1. When left to my own devices, I never eat a proper meal. Instead I collect about three items from the cupboards and refrigerator and eat them sequentially. On rare occasions, I will actually put something on a plate. This seems to be my best form of eating because I lose weight (just enough) when I do this for long enough and gain weight when I eat actual meals.

2. I love writing. If allowed, I will not only spend all day either writing, thinking about writing or talking about writing, I will dream about my characters. Of course, I am not really allowed to do this. Job. Husband. Friends. Cats. heh.

3. I have a crazy imagination. In a normal conversation, I will suddenly get an idea for a story and launch into a "I was just thinking, what if...?" Some people don't react well to this. My husband looks at me like I'm an alien, especially when I ask these questions about news items. Me: What if he just admitted that he likes men? What do you think would happen? Him: He won't. He's a Republican. Me: I know, but what if he did? Him: He won't. Me; I know, but do you think it would be a big deal if he did? I mean, if he can meet men in a public restroom, then I don't see how it could be that bad. Does he think he can just hide in the stall and no one will recognize him? Him: (you-are-an-alien-stop-it-right-now look)I have no idea.

4. I have no sense of thirst. I sometimes forget to drink anything for days, until I am literally light-headed. I try to get myself to drink without a sense of thirst, but my abject failure at this proves to me the real reason why we have a sense of thirst in the first place. I don't know what happened to mine. It's just gone.

5. I am the world's worst procrastinator. Except for Mindie Kniss. She's worse than me. But she doesn't think of it as procrastinating. She just thinks of it as living. Which makes me worse, I think. I feel horribly anxious about it. I even feel anxious about Mindie's procrastiinatory behavior. I feel better having discovered that Annie Dillard is a pretty good procrastinator herself. (This sounds like something a homeopath could use to figure out a remedy for this quirk. You know, worse when thinking about Mindie's procrastination. Better when thinking about Annie Dillard. Any takers?)

6. If I could eat only one food for the rest of my life, it would be chocolate cake with frosting. As luck would have it, I'm an insulin-dependent diabetic and I'm allergic to wheat. I never, ever get to eat chocolate cake. I mean, I could. But it would make me feel terrible. Stupid biology.

Now I'm supposed to tag six people. I don't actually know that many bloggers. So I'll have to say Felicity and Mindie. And then I'll have to tell them. But now I need to stop procrastinating, go to the kitchen and eat three foods and then get some work done.