Most of my postal workers recognise my face. Which weirds me out. When I come down to check my mail and the postal worker says "Here, this is yours." and hands me a FedEx package I feel a little exposed. But I'm like that. The postal worker that delivered to my previous address would hand me my mail without prompting either, when I bumped into her.

Don't like things in my scones.

ChiKat, I'd recommend you get it on with the detective.

Whole Foods used to have a cinnamon scone that I was just crazy about. I think they still have it biut added an ingredient that I can't eat, or something.

ChiKat's hot detective is giving me Days and Nights of Molly Dodd flashbacks.

In my head, ChiKat's hot detective is being played by Kyle Chandler.

Okay, I gotta beat this project plan into submission.

Jimmy Smits!

Am making Actual Progress. TAKE THAT, STUPID SCHOOL.

I had the same postman the first 15 years of my life. Sometimes on our way home from school, if he saw us before he got to our house, he'd hand the mail to us to deliver. His name escapes me right now.

Yay for justice-dealing!Chikat, and especially Yay! for yummy detectives. My favorite driving ticket experience was when a very nice Lake County sheriff pulled me over for an expired car registration sticker--he was a pocket Peter Gallagher (in his sex, lies and videotape days) clone. Seeing him at court a month later was a bonus!

Our power cut out three times in 20 seconds - each time for about half a second. Anyone else in the Chicago area having power problems?

Maybe a hairless cat is attacking your buliding's power supply, Tommy.

They're like that, you know.

Falling...asleep...can't...hang on.

Must. Make. Travel arrangements.

So sleeeeepeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....

ALLYSON! WAKE UP! WE ARE HERE FOR YOU! MAKE THOSE CALLS! YOU CAN DO IT!! NO ONE MAKES TRAVEL ARRANGEMENTS LIKE YOU!! YOU ARE THE BESTEST!

meep.