I've been slapping a portabello mushroom burger with some colby jack and lettuce on a naan for dinner the past couple of days. It's amazingly filling and nummy. Would be even better with that cucumber yogurt sauce you get at greek places.

home. wall of smoke behind the building, I can't really tell how far away it is, it's just SO BIG. All the exits leading to Griffith Park/Los Feliz are shut down, so I went the back way. There's helicoptors everywhere, and lots of birds freaking the fuck out.

I scooped up Ruby for squishy hugs and she was all, "dude, that's enough. put me down. seriously."

I'm still working!

So unjust. So not going swimming.

take care of yourself, Allyson.

I hadn't read that they evacuated the zoo, what I read was they actually were keeping the zookkeepers there to make sure the animals were okay. No animals better be harmed, OR ELSE.

I'm glad you made it home safely, Allyson.

I'm not working, or at least I'm not at work! I woke up with what I thought was a mild sinus headache, but then after I had been at work for a couple of hours, my head said "ha ha, fooled you" and then exploded, so I went home.

Oh dear, Lee.

Breathe shallow, Allyson.

Oh dear, Lee.

I actually don't feel bad, thanks to the meds. Of course, they make me feel stupider than Perkins the cat, and completely unable to drive back to work, but that means inside pants, so it's okay.

Oh, this is random: today (yesterday?) on the subway, I caught a glimpse of something that looked like the Buffy "B" on the front of a guy's sweatshirt, but then he turned around, and it said Krav Maga on the back. ita, was it you??

ita, was it you??

Okay, fuck you.

::sniff::

Yesterday one of the other instructors called me up to be an attacker during the instructor meeting. I made a silly face because my team always calls me up, but it was underscored with "If you hurt my head/neck/ankle/knee/hand I will fuck you up." Lead instructor may or may not have seen this (okay, he totally saw) and told her to call up a male attacker instead. Friend's (thankfully quashed) rejoinder was "But she is looking pretty butch these days."

Which I kinda am, and he can say in private, but it was probably a close call about him saying it in front of my peers and people whose peers I'll never be.

Short story? Manliness sore spot.

::sniff::

Now pain pills, freshly squeezed OJ, and TiVo.

I knew you weren't actually this man, but I also figure you were in LA, and who knows what the transport machine does to a person.