The FBI has had my fingerprints since I covered a visit to campus by Patricia Nixon as a student newspaper reporter. When I was a newspaper reporter, the paper was getting me Secret Service credentials, and the city editor said to me, "Should I worry about you? They didn't ask how to spell your name."
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the city editor said to me, "Should I worry about you? They didn't ask how to spell your name."
To which you smile faintly and say quietly, "It's classified."
That's awesome, Ginger.
I have a beer! And the day off tomorrow! Woot.
I'm not sure how long my fingerprints have been on file, anymore. I had it done to get my secret security clearance in the Navy, and then again every few years to keep it. Never did get my top secret, although I would have needed it for the unit I was transferring to when I got out.
Mmm, that sounds nice, Sail. Fat Tire sounds familiar.
It's not peak allergy season for me, I should be fine. And I've got some claritin lying around if I need it.
That's a great story, Ginger!
I run into weirdness like that with the trip planner, Connie - it's always trying to make me go to Sacramento to transfer when Martinez is one stop from me and in the direction I'm going and an easier transfer point. It's not a smart tool.
I'm having an anxiety attack. I wish knowing it could make it stop. I guess this means my experiment with going off the Topamax is a failure. Dammit. I wish my cats would stop yowling. I wish my BFF would call me. I wish I wasn't alone. I wish I could stop shaking and crying. There's nothing wrong except this. It's so stupid.
I'm so sorry, Zen.
It's not your fault. And shaking and crying, while not pleasant, are okay things to do.
I hope it passes soon.
We're here, Zen.
Why are your cats yowling?
I'm sorry, Zen. I wish I could be there with you in person.
Not stupid at all, Zen. Brains are evil, they lie to us and treat us like crap. And where the brain goes, there goes the body. Treat yourself nicely. One of the motivational posters I've got on my refrigerator says, "Be Nice to Yourself, It's Hard to Be Happy When Someone's Being Mean to You All the Time." And as my therapist says, "Would you let a friend speak to you that way?"