We're in the landing path for two airports. The smaller, closer one lands mostly private one or two engine props. The kids grew up learning to say, "get it up!" from all the sounds-too-low craft passing overhead. Also, it's weird to be watching teevee and have landing lights come fingering through the blinds on the half-glass door at night, like in Close Encounters.

Raquel! So glad to see you posting again! Missed you.

Cramp ease-ma to Nora.

I may grab a short nap before DH leaves for work. Not enough sleeeeep...

I didn't get enough sleep the night before last, so last night I slept for over 8 hours, straight through.

I actually like this morning.

Back when I first moved to SF there was one cafe that I wrote in almost daily. Five minutes after I walked out of it, a man stabbed his ex-wife to death in the line there. I came walking back and she was still on the floor with blood everywhere. That was close enough for me.

Whoa, Hec. But you so could've had Emma Zoole from that. Most interesting fact from last night's meeting. In actuality, one in every four Arizonans is a registered R. Way less than I expected.

Raquel - your website is great and I loved the pictures of Mal! What a cute baby!

I didn't get enough sleep the night before last

I feel like I haven't gotten enough sleep in *months*. I keep reminding myself that I'm getting over a cold, because otherwise I'd think this was a relapse of my depression, because it feels the same -- I get home from work and just cannot be arsed to do anything because I'm so exhausted. Not work out, not do laundry, not make dinner -- nothing.

Though I'm missing all the other symptoms of depression, so I'm sure it's just residual Ick from the cold. But a girl worries. It's been almost 2 years since my last relapse of my depression, which is the longest stretch of time (as an adult) I've gone without having it come raging back. And I'd like to keep it that way.

All the same, I sure could use some caffeine right now. Perhaps a diet coke will magically appear on my desk....

All the same, I sure could use some caffeine right now. Perhaps a diet coke will magically appear on my desk....

With Splenda?

Ugh. Timelies, Bitches.

I'm feeling a little weak. GF and I both spent some time yesterday afternoon puking our guts up. Suffice to say I didn't make it to MM's improv thing, which bums me out.

Raquel, you missed another great LA moment yesterday. About 5:00 yesterday afternoon, some armed robbery suspect in a stolen car took the cops on a massive, scary-ass high-speed chase, which ended in a suicide-by-cop. When the dude's car came to a stop, he exited the vehicle with handgun in hand. Shots were fired, he fell, and the handgun went skidding under a nearby car, but he was still up, so the fuckhead tried to pull a second gun from his waistband and was promptly slain by the second hail of cop bullets.

Good riddance, I say.

Things that are not fun: Finding out that the reason your train was running sooper late was because a detonator was found in one of the train stations.

Things that are irritating: Finding out about the detonator from a fellow co-worker because there was NOTHING on the news about it. Too much about Michael and what child star's pants his hands may or may not have been in. Unless that's where the detonator was, then tell me about the friggin train!!

When I lived in Alphabet City, back when it was still terrifying and they wrote Rent and the yuppies hadn't overrun the place...

I got out of the shower at 2:00 am. I was wearing a towel. I heard a noise on the fire escape off of my bedroom. I called 911 and by the time I got down the four flights to let the police in they were there. They went in with weapons drawn, covering one another as each turned corners while I stood in the hallway in my towel.

Finally they told me to come in and point out each room and closet in the apartment to make sure they hadn't missed anything (them still with drawn guns, me still with towel).

When I walked into the bedroom I saw that the gate was still locked, but the window was open. I asked the police and they had not opened it. They went and searched the roof but the guy was gone.

It was pretty fucking scary -- didn't sleep that night, went to Mom's for a few days -- but everything that was supposed to work did, you know? The gate held, the police were there in an instant, the towel stayed on...