Holy shit.

Oh dear.

In other news, I'm sitting out in my backyard with the laptop, and the new wireless modem that I bought is doing a fine job. And it's about 80 degrees, but low humidity AND there's enough wind to make it perfect, at least as long as you don't have paper or napkins to blow away.

Just so much ugh. Sis says that they had to take her out of a performance at half-time last season and have police escort her home because somebody saw the ex in the audience.

My sister's still sounding kind of shell-shocked - she talked to her at 10:30 Sat night after the concert, maybe an hour before this all happened. Says she was one of the most liked people in the orchestra, and in fact Sis had her lined up to chauffeur one of the visiting artists to the airport the next day, which made for a touchy phone call Sunday morning.

That's horrid, brenda.

I'm getting my new futon tomorrow. Which means I need to break down the old one tonight. After cleaning.

oh how awful brenda.

here's a red dress

That's so horrible, brenda.

I never fail to be shocked by people who want to do violence to someone so much that they don't think or care about the consequences.

Oh Brenda, how awful and scary.

I just bought a dress for the F2F from that same designer. Really pretty stuff.

God, Brenda, that's awful.

I got all my nails done, which took forever -- they had their normal Monday morning staffing of not enough people for a holiday. Then took a nice long walk, went to the grocery store, and now am home. Phew.

Also, I overheard a hilarious conversation between two guys discussing where the best place in the city is, if you want to see some freaks.