I think I would drive around quoting Mad Max.

COOL!

Or was that supposed to be a bad thing?

"A fella--a quick fella--might have a weapon under there. Then I'd have to nail his head to the quarter panel."

No, it's not a bad thing.

ION, we attended a raffle/fundraiser tonight for a woman who has to fly to the Mayo clinic for her treatments. I got an hour massage and Hubby got a Starbucks gift basket. So it's been a good day.

Thank you Steph, and thank you too Pix. I'll check those out. See if I've pegged my girl right, as I suspect I have. I think she needs more support to get her school work done.

The raccoons are back! We cut down the tree in back and I was wondering if that would end their visits, but no. But that's okay, I think I kinda missed them.

Oh and in more random segues, it turns out I have a basal cell carcinoma (skin cancer, non lethal version) on my neck. More like oh shit, cancer! than Fuck Cancer! Will need to get it removed once the semester winds down. My doctor knows about my history, so he is being very reassuring. I'm more worried about reacting to the anesthesia than the cancer itself.

Oh shit, Burrell. I hope the procedure and everything goes well.

You guys, I went out with colleagues last night, and the evening started with tequila shots before we had even ordered dinner, and ended with a LOT of karaoke. Good times. Then this morning I went to the TB hospital to tour it. What's not fair is how doctors are so much better at dealing with little sleep than us normal people. I am dragging ass today (and didn't actually drink that much), but the physicians are totally fine! Now I'm charging my devices at the office, before I'm back off to the airport.

I just remembered the part of karaoke where I totally rallied, after telling my colleague I needed to go: The DJ played "Africa," by Toto. So I was in Africa, surrounded by Africans, all singing along to a song that really seemed pretty racist. Good times.

They have a Crown Victoria Police Interceptor.

I had a US Marshall friend that had a totally unmarked Crown Vic, but she said the most fun of all was whenever she was on the highway everyone around her slowed down. (Well, that and flashing her badge and walking right on to any flights.) She never ever pulled anyone over for any reason. Her main job was escorting seriously bad guys to the Miami courthouse and wherever. But it did amuse to see people on I-95 slow from 86 to 55 just in case.

You're friends with Karen Sisco?

Alas, her job was much more boring. Picking up international drug dealers or whatever and driving them to their destinations. Little girl too, but she was badass. Kinda freaked me out the kind of weaponry she kept UNDER HER BED at home. I mean, really!

Jesse! Have you been using my credit card? Chase says someone "in Africa" tried, so I think we all know what's going on here.

Out of Sight was such a good movie, but I never watched the TV show Karen Sisco.

Burrell. I hope all is well and recovery is easy.

Jesse, that sounds kind of insane. But hopefully good.

I have an alarm set for 8am, but for some reason I woke up at 7:15 and was like "awake now!!" I think I was having distressing dreams. One of them involved trying to take over/squat in my grandmothers rent-controlled apartment, which was more of an attic hovel? (Does not exist IRL at all) another involved a serial killer and lots of blood and trusting the wrong person to. It be the killer or something, one of those "oh it COULD be him because he's not working alone, and here I am with the two of them thinking I was safe in a group, oh no!"