We occasionally had people arrested out of class for, like, robbery, so it wouldn't shock me to find out a classmate was a murderer, but I haven't kept up with alumni enough to know.

30 boxes is a lot!

I would have to clean so much before I would let any of you into my house to clean, I cannot sign up for that plan. I would like ice cream and mac & cheese delivered, though.

Sleep well, I wish everyone more spoons tomorrow.

Also, I'm sorry, because I think I sucked all your spoons up through the internets.

Think I got a few of them too, Liese. Friday I had to go in SUPER early to work so I could leave early to take my mom in for cataract surgery. Yesterday I hosted a bridal shower for my best friend (after prepping for the last week or two every moment that I wasn't working or...no, that was it, work and shower prep). Today was my regular weekend to volunteer at the soup kitchen.

The spoons are gone now. Why oh why didn't I plan far enough ahead to take tomorrow off? But no, I have to go in early again so I can leave early for an appointment tomorrow afternoon. For which I have homework (financial planner), but no more spoons.

Hope the spoons come back on the morrow - for all of us - Yes! Spoons all around! (I hope).

I wish I had extra spoons for those who need them, but I’m storing mine to get through the next four days -- 8AM to 4PM summer AP Lit seminar at a local high school. Only tomorrow I have to be there by 7:15 for “registration.” Right, because that’s going to take 45 minutes...?

It wouldn’t be a problem, but I wrenched the hell out of my back a few weeks ago and can’t seem to stay better despite having an awesome chiropractor and spending tons of money on massage therapy. This may be related to the fact that I keep doing projects (I swear, I’m not doing anything stupid). Regardless, I’ve resorted to taking Flexoril, which means getting up tomorrow is going to be really hard. I get the nasty Flexoril hangover that turns me into a zombie, but the alternative is to wake up with massive back spasms that will make sitting at a school desk all day utter misery. So yeah.

I think I'm discovering why I'm a bit of a "night owl". Here is the latest theory. Work/school all day. Get home. Pooped. Eat. Recharge spoon collection, "night owl energy". After all evening yesterday, and pretty much all day today, I finally get the energy/moxy/inertia going at 11pm. On a school night. (@@ at self). But, I did manage to pack a lot of the loose living room clutter (I'd say about 95% of it!), and sort through more papers, and toss out two bags of garbage! Getting better. Still not looking forward to this week. Some quick-decision~ma for the contractors to know what they need to do to fix the hole in the floor, and some "sure you can move in to the other rooms~ma" would be greatly appreciated.

My backyard neighbor in Baltimore was arrested when it was found he was running a cocaine distribution ring.

Also, I went to school with one of the Menendez brothers, and was friends with one of his roommates. To say said roommate was freaked is to put it mildly.

Whoops, I reckon I'm going to have soup. That's okay.

Migraine gone, muscle soreness still very present. Took a long time to fall asleep last night, so I'm hella groggy today. And I'm working by myself, boo.

The biggest criminal I've met, to my knowledge, was Moldova's Minister of Defense under Voronin. I'm just guessing he did something criminal.

Pix, I'm so sorry about your back pain. I am right there with the Flexoril hangover. Not a good day to be working solo on little sleep.

omnis, I get your night owl theory. In a similar vein, I think I use up all my tidy spoons at work - my boss regularly refers to me as clean and organized, with no hint of irony. I literally spend all day makin messes and cleaning them up and putting things where they should be. No wonder I'm not in the mood to do more when I get home.

One of the krav instructors I trained with (the one who showed up and said "Email address? Why would I have one of those?") had a few asides like "That's not what it's like if you stab them with a screwdriver though" and "Works better with a brick."

It was a pretty illuminating week. I mean, you expect the cops and the soldiers..the gangbangers who are trying to find a legal way to make money off their violent experiences--that was a new thing for me.

True stories from the 911 headset: completely strung out guy (sounded like a tweaker) starts yelling that he's been robbed. Now, usually when tweakers yell that they've been robbed, what they really mean is that someone stole something from them like 3 hours ago, but I humored him and started asking questions. The story unfolds to: 3 guys were in his basement, and he scared them off. So I'm working on a description, and he volunteers that they made off with like 8 mature pot plants and a whole slew of grow supplies. Then in the middle of describing the guys, he mentions "and the third guy had a gun." ORLY. Nice thing to not mention up front. So i get a description of the gun. He says maybe it was a capgun...so I ask if it had a red or orange tip (like an airsoft) and he says no, and the guy shot off a cuple round in his house. Dear me, this call went from a cold burg to an armed home invasion with shots fired in less than 60 seconds. Then I ask if the guy with the gun was the driver or the passenger in the car...nope, he was sitting in the trunk. Really, the trunk? Like, of a hatchback? Nope, a 4 dr sedan. With the trunk flapping open in the breeze. So now this picture emerges of a beater car speeding off with 2 tweakers in the front seat, a backseat full of pot plants, and a gun man hanging on in the trunk. So utterly wierd. Then on my way home I saw a bright pink stretch HUMV. Thanks Portland, for keeping it wacky!

I don't think I went to high school with anyone who turned out to be a murderer, but who knows.

Dr. Will aka Dr. Evil from Big Brother graduated the year before I did, but I didn't know him at all.