Dear John Hammond,

I understand that it is difficult to extract palentological DNA from fossilized bone marrow. However, I would be most pleased if you would try for me. I am very cute and have a great smile and have always wanted a camel. Plus, there are actual camels that you could extract DNA from and they are herbivores. Things that worked against you in your previous cloning endeavors.

Ta ever so!

Aimee

P.S. Please accept this batch of chocolate peanut butter chip brownies and a check for $5000. The brownies are for now. PLease do not cash the check until Friday after next.

I spent like, $70 at Target today. Which is less than $100, but still way more than planned. I even bought not one but TWO jean skirts. See, they were both cute, and I couldn't decide which I liked better, and they were $10 each, so...yeah.

Also, I just about had to cut a bitch earlier. The girl who was supposed to make our hotel reservations for the drag king conference? Thought she had, but HADN"T. And the hotel is booked. As is the other hotel nearby. Plus half the fun is staying in the same hotel as everyone and drunkenly walking down the hall to the hospitality suite, and being able to walk/carpool to shit, etc etc. So it's more than just having soemwhere in Austin to sleep. ARGH. Am feeling so apprehensive (AH! THAT"S the word I've been unable to come up with all day) about this conference....our number for the big Saturday night show is shite, and the workshop I'm doing I'm not sure what the hell I'm talking about...

Gah, meara. That has to be frustrting and angry-making.

Hec, yay! I'm glad the package got there.

just sending out major ma~~ includeing camel ma~~~( which works way better than resonable toddler ma~~) .

We had a good day wandering around the coast(we found amazing strawberries) and threw the dinning area together in less than an hour so people could stop by. I somehow misplced the camera in that process.

Can't sleep. Not sure why. My hip is hurting, which may be part of the reason why. I'm out of Tylenol -- need to buy some more tomorrow.

Kittenish seems to be having trouble peeing. She's already got a checkup tomorrow and I will call the vet in the morning and see if I should bring her in early. She's acting okay except for the constantly going in to pee and not having really anything to show for it. Stress.

Great. A little diarrhea and what might have been a drop of blood.

I called the cattery and left a message to see if we can come in earlier tomorrow. Guess I am going to watch her for now.

The very beginning is remniscent of Good Thing, by [what's their faces] in the late 80s.

....ngah! I know not the context of this comment, but am now earwormed with the Fine Young Cannibals' song Good Thing. Which might even NOT be what you're talking about. Huh. But still.

So, in breaking news - Thailand? REALLY good at raining. I mean, you know, AMAZINGLY skillfull in the making rain department. Biblical. Deluge. Wet wet wet (on an 80s musical note...).

I left school last night around four, which is just as well, because it was already inches deep then, and by the time my colleagues left work it was knee deep. Hardcore RAIN.

I was glad to be on the 18th floor last night. I stood on my balcony in my scanties (why do you have a balcony in your scanties? ho ho ho!) and stared out at the soggy world, lightning and all. It was quite impressive. Daniel couldn't believe his little moggy eyes.

SO sorry to hear about the job suckage. Stupid universe. Am sending you all much ma. By boat, because it seems the safest form of transport right now. (Although I understand that a Thai gentleman was recently rescued from flooding 'upcountry' only to discover that a leech had wriggled its way into his ass. Which - not top of my list of Fun Things To Have Happen, I gotta say. Although it does sound almost like a pervy vampire slash kink, I suppose. Huh. Whatever.)

Oh - HAPPY DIVALI, by the way! (nd happy birthday to weesisterJay, whilst we're at it - 24, astonishingly, even though she remains 13 or so in my head for all time.) I am sporting a borrowed sari, and am most proud that I remembered how to put it on from the last time I wore one (maybe 8 years ago?) AND that it hasn't fallen off.

Thailand? REALLY good at raining. I mean, you know, AMAZINGLY skillfull in the making rain department. Biblical. Deluge. Wet wet wet (on an 80s musical note...).

I think Ireland could give it a run for its money.

Is there a disease for being really, really bad with money? Because I think I need to self-diagnose.