Emily's flight is delayed. I'm sleepy. This is not a good combination for someone who's supposed to be picking her up from the airport.

Oh, not good combination, vw.

erika, Sherrif Joe is on all of the NASCAR news (Kurt Busch, a driver, was arrested for reckless driving and possible DUI and was more than rude to the officers) today. Good times... My dumb-ass racing people are saying he's not a "fan of NASCAR." Sheesh. When cowboy meets dumbass...

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Emily finally took off!

Fly, Em, fly!

I'm gonna be SO sleepy tomorrow!

I put my jammies on already and brushed my teeth, so when I get home I can go straight to bed.

I know. I'm weird.

Just read about the brunch, Sparky, and it reminded me about when I did my internship at the University of San Francisco Gleeson Library. This is a Jesuit institution. They threw a lovely party each year in the special collections for St. Jerome's Day (the patron saint of libraries). The party seemed marvelously fancy, with wine and grapes and fancy cheeses, but I think that may have been because it was in California instead of Alaska and perhaps partially because it's a private institution. I'll just say that the parties I've been to at public institutions in Alaska have been much more lowbrow. Fun, but lowbrow.

Hi, PC!

P-C, if this were a sit-com, we would be contractually obligated to tell you to lie to your mother, to create an imaginary girl-friend. Not sure which would be funnier: a fictional girl-friend who fits within your mother's specifications for your apropriate mate (other than that she didn't pick the girl out herself); or, a fictional girlfriend diametrically opposed to your mother's dreams - say, an albino slut-bomb from New Jersey. Also, there is the challenge of finding someone to pretend to be your girlfriend when your parents visit. Hopefully this will be someone you actually like, because you would then be contractually obligated to fall for this girl, forcing you to give an impassioned speach about being allowed to love whomever you choose.

P.S. You so do not suck. You are a bright, witty, compassionate, hard-working man. I'd be proud as a herd of peacocks to have a son who turned out as great as you. (I'd bet a week's pay that your mother is, but chooses not to show it for fear it would harm your character)

P.S. I miss you here too, but as I see you in other threads, don't worry too much.

Hey, connie!

WS, the next time she pulls that shit, I'm tempted to tell her, "You know, I might as well go and get myself a girlfriend, since it doesn't make any difference to you. I might as well get the pleasure I'm supposed to be having."