Enjoy the buzz, beth. Heaven knows you deserve it!

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On a completely different note, I'm sorry, Cash, and I wish you all the best in getting your brother's care/meds, etc. sorted out.

...I don't care if you call me (realname), meara, or Indy (drag name). I answer to all three. I like all three (well, OK, I like Indy and meara better, but I answer to realname a little easier because it's so uncommon...)

Huh. I alternate between realname and meara. I shall attempt to use meara from now on because I had no idea you had a preference.

I sort of can't call you Indy. That's a racetrack. Well, I absolutely would if it was *the* name you preferred. I'd use it. But I'd giggle.

People constantly confuse Cass and me for sisters. Which, okay, we're brain twins, but I don't think we look anything like each other.

If we're babbling, I can see it. Otherwise, I am boggled.

I shall attempt to use meara from now on because I had no idea you had a preference.

I do kind of enjoy when buffistas and others call me meara in person. But I'm fine with realname too.

And my new roommate is also from Indiana and just called me out for wearing a "317" (the area code) shirt, and I pointed out she was wearing an Indianapolis Motor Speedway shirt yesterday. :)

meara it is.

Honestly, right now I am going to be really happy if the next time I see you, I don't have that awful Paul Stanley, "I Am Indy" song going through my head. (If it weren't a bad sports intro, it'd be a kick-ass drag song though.) ((Hey!)) (((Yes, I am tragically earwormed.)))

Elishavah and Minnow went there yesterday! They liked it.

Woot!

Timelies all!!

I'm sitting here at secret-mob-front-law-firm again today, so I'll probably be quite chatty again.

How is everyone?

I also answered to Fred for a part of high school.

I've always answered to Fred, mostly. Except for the grandmother who insisted on "Fritz" or, in her lighter moods, "Fritzer," And a while in 5th-6th grade or so, when I tried to switch to Pete, but that didn't stick outside the family. (It probably stuck inside the family because I'm Fred, Jr. So avoided confusion with my father.) And there was the grad school roommate who insisted on calling me Frederick -- he was a Michael who never, ever, ever responded to Mike.

My best friend in grade school when by Robert at school and Bobby at home. (He was a Junior, too.)

Being a Junior came in handy when I had another Fred as a roommate. When someone would call asking for "Fred," I knew to respond, "Which one?" (Which soon shifted to "Fred P. or Fred B.?") Fred B. would assume they were asking for him, which led to some confusion.

I had a professor in college who could never remember my name and usually ended up calling me Tammy. Karma caught up to him though - his wife got a MacArthur grant and he didn't. I also sometimes geet called Toby ... which is better than Tammy and INFINITELY better than Toddy (shudder).

Someone down the hall is wearing ungodly strong aftershave. I do not need a headache this early in the morning.

Yuck. Strong aftershave is so difficult to deal with. My brother uses really strong stuff from time to time and I always want to smack him.

Hopefully it won't be so bad all morning?