Alias: Whee! I think everything's gonna go boom! Whee!

Have I mentioned lately how much I adore Laura?

no (abbrv.)- yeah.

I think I'd have gone a little bonkers at first.

Jesse, like I said. I blame no for a lot of things. Best one was getting completely trashed over the alps after I'd had my language center reset by a week in spain. They kept bringing me bottles of wine even as I said no! It was a czech crew. Alps are pretty from an airplane when trashed. Riding a city bus standing up with a 30 lb hiking pack on your back while trashed? Not so much.

I didn't know Lori Petty had her own clothing line. I can make my OWN clothes with a sharpie.

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I think I'd have gone a little bonkers at first.

Luckily, the head motions are the same as in english. There's somewhere (Romania? Bulgaria?) where one is side to side and the other is either a yes or no shake. I didn't go there, thankfully. I think waggling my head sideways and uttering "NO" when I meant yes (if that is the case) would have made my waggling head go boom.

First, Happy Birthdays Matt and Cash!

Second, ln, ask me sometime about FEMA and their lame ass transitional housing. And while you're at it, ask me about the assholes who can't see that the new bankruptcy rules are about to kill these people, and the companies that offer them high interest or otherwise predatory loans are going to help. A whole millenery full of asshats, the lot of them.

Third, I generally don't cry in public, or cry for more than 10-15 minutes at a time. When I was younger, and therefore smaller and stupider than I am now, I had a boyfriend who decided to get married (to someone else) without telling me, and instead, expected my best friend, his sister, to do his dirty work. at school. I was pretty upset, mom came to get me from school, gave me 15 minutes to cry it out, and then I was to be over it. Thus, I do not cry in public and with very few exceptions, not for very long. When the little brother died, I was hysterical, but still, once that 15 minute limit hit, I felt the need to pull myself together.

Fourth, I still love my job, but damn I miss you guys. Maybe when year end stuff is done I'll find some time to goof off.

Also, this is making me all reminiscent. It's fun. I have a picture on my wall taken by a friend, of Prague Castle. I can figure out exactly where she stood because I have a 1964 photo book for tourists that contains that exact same shot that lists the location. The funny part? Both have vehicles in the same location. My photo has a 50sish trabby/skoda. The book has a motorcycle with sidecar. It's a neat coincidence.

Yikes. I think it would be easier to retrain words than retraining head movements.

I'm dead on my feet, except actually on my butt. Alias was a pleasant diversion from the tired. I hope that Fred is gonna be a recurring badass. That would be fun.

{{Daisy Jane}} I just figured out who you are. Duh. I said I was tired. Finding time to goof off is a good plan.