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...

Hey Aims. Sorry I didn't make it last night. I wanted to, but my suggestions for the improv troup would have been things like: BBLLLOOORRRFFF!

Awww..no big sweetie. You feeling better?

Yeah. A little weak, but much better. I think puking together is taking the schmoopiness a little too far, though.

I think puking together is taking the schmoopiness a little too far, though.

Not if you're holding her hair out of the way.

cereal

Sean, I hope you're feeling better (and GF, too).

Thanks, Cash. We're both feeling better than we were yesterday.