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.

I went to high school with several people who are now investment bankers and suchlike. I presume they're sort of like Wolfram and Hart employees - technically, not criminals, but...

I went to high school with several people who are now investment bankers and suchlike. I presume they're sort of like Wolfram and Hart employees - technically, not criminals, but...

Heh. I went to high school with a fellow who is now an ER doc who believes that health insurance is bullshit and people should pay for their medical care out of pocket or just don't get medical care. I am NOT making one syllable of that up.

Somewhat of a jackassy opinion to have if you're in the business of caring for people, I feel. Not technically a criminal, but not someone I want "caring" for my health. (Although, ironically, he *did,* when I ended up in his ER when I thought I was having chest pains which turned out to be nothing. He was an excellent doctor, but the whole time all I could think was, "Are you going to be consistent with your beliefs and NOT accept payment from my insurance company, since you think insurance is bullshit?")

I wonder if he knows that before health insurance, many doctors were poor. Doctors in the Depression in rural areas would often accept eggs and chickens as payment, and be glad to get them.