Monday, November 26, 2007


Ooookay so maybe I procrastinated updating for too long... I'm sorry. Please shoot me.

Thanksgiving was great! About half an hour after I woke up, I got a call saying people were starting to gather at the barracks for dinner. I whipped up some crap-in-a-bowl real fast (a dessert I invented. It looks like crap, but it tastes okay, and it only takes about five minutes to make) and headed over. Actually, I didn't. I skipped a part. Actually, I called up Margaret before heading over. Margaret's a lady who's staying here at the resort by herself through January. I figured she was probably lonely, and I have to admit, I kind of miss having human interaction at times too... so I decided we should be friends. Unfortunately, she wasn't feeling well and couldn't come.

So I said good-bye to Maxxy and took my crap-in-a-bowl to the barracks. Dinner wasn't ready yet, but there were a half dozen people hanging out. I got reacquainted with Friend, a girl I met this summer. Her real name is Cassie, but the first time I met her was when I had cut my finger and needed a Band-aid. When she got one for me, I said "Wow, thanks! Let's be friends! You can be my best friend today!" and ever since then, we just call each other Friend. She's working as a park ranger at Exit Glacier this winter (sooo jealous!), but she came for Thanksgiving anyway.

There was a movie playing on the big-screen TV. Nobody seemed to know what it was called, but it seemed to have no plot, and involved just people running around screaming profanities and then shooting each other in the head. Everyone seemed to agree on that point, but it didn't get turned off. Just generally ignored.

Dinner was pretty good. Better than anything I could cook, for sure, but I've never been a huge fan of turkey. And we had everything a traditional Thanksgiving dinner demands: turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, gravy, weird bean stuff, apple cider, and pumpkin pie. I ate so much that I only had room for one slice of pumpkin pie, and that's saying something, because I looooove pumpkin pie.

While we ate, someone popped in the movie Shrek the Third. Everyone actually watched that one. Man, it was funny!! Good movie, especially for a sequel. I highly recommend it.

After the movie was over, I cleaned up my mess and made up a plate of food for Margaret. She was feeling better by the time I brought it over, and she invited me in, but she immediately lay down on the couch to talk from there. We chatted for the better part of two hours, I think, before I left, pleading exhaustion. But I found out she had never done a 3-D jigsaw puzzle before, so I promised to get one and bring it so we could work on it.

So the next day, I drove to the Fish House after work (no, the Fish House doesn't sell fish. It sells pretty much everything else, though) and picked up the Neuschwanstein Castle jigsaw puzzle. 836 pieces. So for the last three days, after work, Margaret and I worked on that puzzle. She spend almost the whole time insisting we were missing pieces and the company was trying to pull a fast one on us, and she was going to write a nasty letter when we put it together and were missing twenty key pieces. Of course, we finished it today, and weren't missing a single piece. She was absolutely thrilled. I guess she won't be writing that nasty letter after all. As it turns out, she's never done a jigsaw puzzle of any kind at all before, which is as shocking to me as hearing someone say they've never ridden a bike. Or read a book for fun. Or eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I guess she was just as shocked to hear that I can't swim, though. Or rather, can swim, but stink at it.

So that's my report. I can't believe how late we stayed up finishing that puzzle! I guess I should pretend to go to bed now... I haven't had nearly enough sleep lately, for sure. So toodles!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


I adopted a precious today. I call her Maxxy. She's green. Very green. And theoretically is next-to-impossible to kill, despite the distinct lack of sunlight I can give her. I don't know where best to put her.... I would put her by the window to get sun, but it's fairly cold there. Besides, I like to crack the window open to let in fresh air, and I know Maxxy wouldn't like that very much at all. But I don't know if it's wise to put her away from the window either... because there's little enough sun as it is.

I don't know. I've never had a plant before. Any botanists out there who can give me advice? I like Maxxy. She's a good listener so far. She's not sick of my stories yet, and that's always a good sign.

I also got a picture of the snow. It's not spectacular, but it will have to do for now.

Monday, November 19, 2007


Shields of Honor downed Prince Malchezaar!! WOOT!!!! And now I'm probably the first person in my guild to have two pieces of my tier 4 set!

That aside, on to the real post...

I wrote a very witty post here. Then I deleted it. Use your imagination to guess what I wrote. Person who guesses closest gets a pony!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

If I were a better person, I would be doing community service instead of writing this...

If anyone ever tries to call me Schnookiesmoochiewufflybuggyboo, I think I'll keel over dead from laughing too hard. Just a thought.

Theoretically, there was a blizzard today. A mild blizzard. And by "mild" I mean it didn't even really snow. But the wind blew. And the snow, being too floofy to pack at all, kind of blew around a little. Sounds hazardous, doesn't it? I can't believe I survived.

So, there's this guy I know only over World of Warcraft, right, and he was pretending I was going to pass out from impatience waiting to put together a group for an instance. "You look a little pale, Merv," he told me. "That's because I live in Alaska," I told him. "The sun doesn't really exist. It's just a fairy tale we tell children to put them to sleep." Then he asked me if I lived in Pennsylvania.

I'm not tired right now. I think I'm going to dress really warmly and go block the laundry room door completely with a wall of snow. I hope Laura's the one working security tonight. I bet she would help me. Toodles!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

The Moment of Truth

I gave Beth a ride home today. Even though she only lives about half a mile away, she insisted on getting me a sandwich at Safeway to pay for the gas or something. Who am I to turn down free food?

I've never gotten a sandwich at Safeway before, and had no idea what any of them are like. So I just kind of guessed on every question they asked me. "What kind of sandwich do you want?" "Um... I don't know. How about a spicy one?" "Northwest Chicken?" "Sure." "What kind of bread." "Uh... that one." "You want it warmed?" "Sure. Why not." Whatever.

So I dropped Beth off and came home to try my sandwich. Set it reverently on the table, removed my gloves and jacket, seated myself in my Throne of Awesome--I mean, chair--and carefully and respectfully unwrapped it.

"And now for the moment of truth!" I said in a deep, melodramatic voice. I held the sandwich up to the light to add to the effect. "Laaaaaaaaaaaa!" I devoured it like a ravenous wolf, then sat back to think about how boring it is acting silly when there's no one around to laugh at your silliness but yourself.

And then I realized that, as a matter of fact, I hadn't even touched the sandwich, but had imagined the whole thing. The sandwich is still sitting beside the keyboard, unwrapped.

Must be cabin fever.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Furry geckos in outer space

I suppose I have been neglecting my responsibilities as an author. Of popular literature. At least, I could be an author of popular literature. If I had talent. And weren't lazy. But well, life sucks, then you die, as Rusty often said.

So... the other day, I went in to work and Beth made some comment about what I would write on my blog and suddenly, everyone at work knows about it. I expect they'll look at it once for curiosity's sake, skim it, laugh a little bit, and then leave it alone, leaving me free to make fun of them once again. Heh-heh-heh.

Yesterday, I was introduced to cleats. Not soccer cleats, but like... ice cleats. Or something. Metal spikes nailed through rubber that you put on your shoes and theoretically don't slip on the ice. They're unsteady and wobbly (both!) on pretty much any surface but ice. And maybe gecko fur. From all the furry geckos in outer space. Speaking of which, why do we call this planet Earth? That's just about the most boring name I can think of. Why didn't we call it Burrogaki'zheran, Home of Equines, Felines, Canines, and Land Mines? Or, you know, something with an apostrophe in the name and a big long title after it. Maybe even two apostrophes. But no. We call it "Earth." It's not even named after one of the Roman gods like every other planet in the solar system. Noooo. "Earth." La-di-freaking-da.

But I digress. I was talking about cleats, wasn't I? Yes. So anyway, you should never tap-dance in cleats. It sounds cool, but it scratches the heck out of whatever tile floor you may be standing on at the moment. Not that I would've done anything stupid like that on resort property. Of course. I sure hope my boss skips reading this paragraph. While I'm hoping that, did I ever tell you about the time I set fire to the carpet in one of our townhouses? While I was cleaning the fireplace, I learned, for about the fourth time, that the white coals are still hot. Aren't learning experiences fun?

But the cleats. Yes. So, they're unsteady and wobbly on any surface but ice and gecko fur. And they also click loudy with every step. And the spikes dig into cement floors so you have to yank them out. That's why you're not supposed to wear them inside. "Click, yank! Click, yank! Click, yank! Pay for new floor... Click, yank! Click, yank!" Like that. Or you can come inside, yank them off your feet, walk around normal for three minutes, spend five minutes fighting to get them back on your feet, walk around outside for eight seconds, and repeat the whole process. There has to be a better way. If I were intelligent and ambitious, I would probably attempt to invent something better. Or maybe there is something better, and I just don't know about it. Either way, I don't really care right now, because there's a rainstorm in the Pacific that demands my attention.

That said, I'm going to go turn the rainstorm into a neosporadic francophile. I think I just made those words up. They sound good, though. Toodles!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


So I definitely stayed up too late last night trying to learn how to play the piano. Work took all of forty minutes this morning, and when I came back and tried to read my book, I couldn't focus on the words. So I logged onto WoW (big patch came out today) and ended up growling at pretty much everybody. Normally, I would be happy that Tigris joined my guild, Shields of Honor. Illidan knows I've been trying to talk him into it long enough... Anyway, after about half an hour, I decided I should probably take a nap. So I went to bed. And stared at the ceiling for about two hours. Well, at least I got some heavy-duty daydreaming in. The day wasn't entirely wasted.

It snowed again today. Of course. I've discovered snow isn't nearly as much fun without somebody to play in it with you. Snowballs fights are awesome. Throwing somebody face first into a big pile of snow is the funniest thing ever. But sculpting snow by yourself is just... bleh. People occasionally come along and say "So, whatcha doing?" and I'll say "Oh, I'm making " and they smile and nod and then move on. And it's... bleh.

So after spending a long time pretending to try to take a nap and actually just daydreaming and wondering what I'll do after this next summer, I finally got around to looking up information about Avtec. As it turns out, tuition isn't nearly as expensive as I had thought it was (try a fraction of what I'd thought it was), and I very well may be able to go there this fall. The construction program starts in late August and lasts ten months. 8:30-4:30 Monday through Friday. With luck, I might be able to talk Jewel into letting me do night security at the resort next year, so I can continue to live here. (This was my daydreaming. It may be unrealistic, but it's a happy thought.) And with a LOT of luck, I may be able to get a full scholarship. Someone told me they might because I'd be a girl in a construction program, which makes me a minority. Or a novelty. Or something.

I need to finish my book. It's about vampires. And flamethrowers. And paintball guns that shoot holy water. And when I call it "my" book, I mean it's really Rye's. My goal is to read through his entire library by the time the summer season starts again. I think I'm making good progress, considering...

And dang it, Brian needs to finish the Dragon Bone Chair series. I hear it's outstanding, and it's four 1200-page books long, and Brian's on about page 300 of the first one. And he's had it since early September, I believe. At that rate, I'll finish Rye's library, and my library, and every book in the community library before Brian finishes those four books! (Our dinky little community library doesn't seem to have grown any since last year. The whole library still has like three bookshelves.)

That being said, I'm going to go to bed before I pass out on my keyboard. (And watch, an hour from now I'll be back up because I still won't be able to sleep.) And by the way, in case you were wondering, which of course you were... in the fight that is pirates vs ninjas, I side with the ninja. Ninja = full of awesome. Pirates = suck. 'Nuff said. (Though a pirate accent is, admittedly, more fun to imitate than a ninja accent, since ninjas have to take a vow of silence or run themselves through with a katana.) Oh, yeah, and Naruto ninjas != ninjas. Ninjas = awesome. Naruto ninjas = over-powered children. Nothing against Naruto, I mean. It's a great show. But it's a different kind of ninja. Just like Santa Claus elves != Tolkien elves.

That's all. Really.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Rise and shining, Mr. Alex!

It's really frustrating trying to write a song when it never sounds like you want it to sound. "Play a sunset," Allen told me forever ago. And it never sounds like a sunset. Occasionally, I'll come up with something that sounds pretty... but it's not a sunset, so I never bother developing it or writing it down. I spent a while trying today, with the help of my friend Gohrlach. Gohr's a frikkin' amazing musician. No I don't think he's German. But he can turn into a tree, sometimes. If he's wearing the right dress.

Anyway, I still haven't come up with a sunset. Gohr tried to help by writing a song called As Twilight Falls, which he uploaded to his Soundclick page. He wrote it in like half an hour. I'm jealous. And impressed. And amazed. And WOW I wish I were half the musician he is.

But jealousy gets you nowhere, so meh. I suppose I can do like the ancient people: kill him and eat his brain, and then I'll get his knowledge. But that wouldn't be very nice of me, would it? Okay, okay, I'll put the knife away.

Speaking of knives, which of course we were, I sliced my thumb open. Again. I'm so bad at this whole whittling thing. I think my knife needs to be sharpened. Yeah, that's it.

Oh oh oh oh oh!!! I got groceries today!!! That's exciting! I haven't had real groceries in... in... maybe I shouldn't be admitting this to my mother...

So! Update on picture status! I have definitely (not) gone outside and taken boatloads of pictures of all the snow. And the snow cat I sculpted at the base of my porch. I strategically positioned it in such a way that the snow falling off the roof would bury it so no one could see it. Unfortunately, NOW the snow doesn't seem to want to fall off the roof anymore. Maybe I should go up there with a snow shovel and help it a little bit.

Beth loaned me some comics to read. They're very good--I've never read comics before (cartoon strips don't count). But there's one thing that slows me down to the point where I STILL haven't finished reading them. That is the tape. Each comic is in a little plastic sleeve to protect the pages from damage and stuff, and the plastic sleeve is taped shut. And I can't for the life of me loosen the tape without fighting with it. Especially if there are two pieces of tape, one on each side. Oh jeepers, I spent like ten minutes fighting to get one of those open. I'd carefully get the tape off the left side, then try to get the right side up, and the left side would fall back down and stick. So I'd have to go back and work on that and then the right side fell down and stuck again. Rawr!

I could continue to babble, but I think I'll resist. I have to--I mean, get to--work tomorrow. Morning. Meaning, I go in, wipe down a sink or two in the front office bathrooms, call up the one lady in the resort to ask if she wants in-house, pull the rags out of the dryer, and go home. Strenuous, I know. Maybe I should track down Jewel and ask if there's any chance I can work in grounds next summer. Play with lawn-mowers and buzz saws, instead of vacuum cleaners and toilet brushes. Who knows, maybe I'll even be a little healthier if I get more sun and exercise. I'm not unhealthy, but I'm in wimpy shape right now. And pale as a ghost.

Speaking of pale, ya know what's weird? I was playing in Photoshop the other day, morphing a picture of myself into a demon (it didn't turn out well, so I'm not uploading the picture), but I discovered something interesting. Apparently, my eyes are greenish-grey, not blue, like I'd always thought. I mean, I used the eyedrop tool to get my eye color, at one point, and instead of being a pale shade of blue, the HSB bar clearly indicated that it was a greyish shade of green. No matter which part of my iris I pulled the color from.

Anyway. Okay, I'm going for reals now. Toodles!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

For reals

I burned my finger the other day by trying to unscrew a burnt-out lightbulb. How was I supposed to know it was still hot?? Anyway, it's not badly burned--there's not even a mark on it. But the skin feels oddly smooth and soft there. Maybe I burned off part of my fingerprint or something. That would be useful for next time I try to rob a bank or something.

It's snowing again. Some of the flakes are as big as golf balls, and the snow's probably at least six inches deep. I guess I'll have to go take some pictures for you poor people that haven't seen snow yet this year. And I learned something important yesterday. Never walk under a tree when there's snow on it and you're with someone who likes to pick on you. They'll kick the trunk or shake the branches and then run away, leaving the snow on the lower branches to shower down all over you and go down the back of your shirt when you duck your head to keep it out of your face. Very important lesson. Never forget it.

Now I've spent the last five minutes staring out the window trying to think of what to write next. Um... The thought has come to my mind that... my room smells funny. Like dirty feet, maybe. Maybe I should find a better place to store my dirty socks than the floor. Oh, that's weird. My dirty socks don't actually smell that bad. Maybe it's just my feet. Well, now the window's open, so maybe I should get a jacket. And maybe I should put my shoes on. Wow, this breeze is actually feeling pretty good. My hands have been clammy for the better part of the morning. Weird. Sweaty hands was always my sister's problem. My problem was cold hands. Big difference there. Geez it smells bad in here, what's the deal? Has my rambling confused you yet? Good. Then maybe I'll go clean up my room and see if I can't find the source of this smell. Heck, maybe I'll even go get Simple Green and a vacuum and clean up for reals.


Friday, November 9, 2007

Shade down!

Another announcement! Shields of Honor downed Shade of Aran tonight! Another guild first, woot! Netherspite is next.

My fingers are finally healing. Yay that! And, oh, I insulted my boss's boss's boss to his face today and got away with it. Because I'm that cool. Well, okay, it wasn't really insulting. Teasing would be a more accurate word. Anywho, yeah. Apparently if everyone at work played Are You Smarter Than a Fifth-Grader, people bet that I would do remarkably well. Presumably because I'm younger and can remember fifth grade better. Chris says Rye and I shouldn't be allowed to be on a team together. That's because we're just too smart for our own good. Only smart people are housekeepers. ...or something.

There is much left to discuss. But I think I will leave it for tomorrow. G'night.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Illhoof down! Yaaay!

First things first: Shields of Honor downed Terestian Illhoof today, WOOT!!! Guild first!

That being said...

If you could change anything about your appearance, what would it be? Personally, I would change my face. I wish my face were thinner, I wish my nose were pointier, and I wish my ears stuck out more. Yeah, you read that right. I wish my ears stuck out. I'm real good at being goofy, and it would help if I looked the part. Know what I would change most of all, though? My chin. That's the one thing I really don't like about my appearance, is my chin. My mom always called it a "cute little button chin." She has to say that. She's my mom, and she's not allowed to admit her kid looks stupid. Not goofy. Stupid.

I improved my cooking skill by one point today. My attempts at cooking glop were slightly more successful than last time.

My skin is an extraordinarily unhealthy color. Maybe I just didn't get enough sun this summer. Wonder if Jewel will let me work grounds next summer. Yay for mowing lawns five days a week! Woot! "No, we'll need you in housekeeping." Siiiigh. Someone come apply to be a housekeeper here so we have so many housekeepers that Jewel is forced to move one of us over to grounds, would you?

Wednesday, November 7, 2007


I will never get used to the sound of hundreds of pounds of snow sliding off the roof and crashing to the ground outside my window. It scares me out of my skin every time!

I got an ice scraper for my car... but as I was scraping off four or five inches of snow and ice today, I wonder if I should've gotten a snow shovel instead. You can't scrape the ice off the windshield if you can't FIND the windshield.

I saw the movie Gameplan today. It was cute. I highly recommend it as a funny family movie. I think even my dad would appreciate it, though not as much as he liked Oscar.

I have some awesome friends. Others of them could be awesome... but they really need to get a life first. I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to complain about how lonely you are and how badly you need a woman if you never do anything but play video games. Go join a club or invite some friends from work over. Get a dog, for crying out loud! Why do people enjoy being miserable so much? Sometimes, I'm tempted to make a little doll for the sole purpose of smacking it around when I'm irritated with people.

Anyway... that's all for now.


Sunday, November 4, 2007


It's 4:40 in the morning, and a sudden epiphany startled me into full wakefulness. I figure I may as well write it down before I forget it.

I figured out why medieval women curtsied instead of bowed.

It was to keep their boobs from falling out of their dresses.

That's all. Toodles!

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Long story

I know a lot of you don't like World of Warcraft, but this picture was just too darn cute to pass up.

So yesterday, I had planned to drive Rye up to Anchorage to visit his mother and grandmother. They live up in Eagle, which is something like a 19-hour drive away on the Highway from Hell. Rye tells horror stories about this two-lane road that's about as wide as a parking space, with cliffs on both sides, one going straight up, the other going straight down. That's not the point. Anyway!

So we heard that the road conditions were... less than ideal. When we checked 511-Alaska, it said there was two inches of snow on the road to Anchorage and they were expecting four more inches by evening. Rye told me repeatedly that if I didn't feel comfortable driving in the snow, we could forgo the trip, but I decided to go anyway. I have reasons. 1) I'm young, and therefore am going to live forever. 2) I wanted to see what my car could do and how it would handle on ice and snow. 3) I didn't want to pass up a chance to meet Rye's family. Especially given what I've heard about them. 4) I didn't have much else to do, and I thought it'd be a nice break from playing WoW, reading books, playing the piano, and putting off the few things I probably really should do.

So we left around nine thirty or so. The trip up there wasn't as bad as I had expected. It either rained or snowed the whole way up, but I went slowly and carefully and we arrived without incident.

Rye's family was a lot like I expected. His mom has 12 sled dogs, including one named Dammit and one called Horny Thing (though that nickname was given to her by Rye after she broke her chain to go a-whoring). Rye's mom, like any mother in the world, pulled out her wallet and showed me pictures of baby Rye and teenage Rye and every-age-in-between Rye. And of course, like any mother, she told him he didn't visit often enough, insisted he come in March, and insisted that I go too. I'm not sure why she invited me, but both Jan and Helen made sure to remind me no less than a half dozen times that I was more than welcome to go. I don't know if both Rye and I will be able to take that much time off in March... maybe if the Garcias are back... I really hope so, though, because dang I want to see Northern Alaska. In the winter. And fly up there in a little rickety plane held together by duct tape. Hahaha, that'd be so cool!

We went to a late lunch and an early dinner, and I stuffed myself full of so much food I thought I'd blow up, and still had enough left over that I could barely close the leftovers box. Spinach quiche for lunch and halibut sandwich for dinner. Mmmm, so good. Especially the tartar sauce on that sandwich. I don't know what they did to it, but that was undoubtedly the best tartar sauce I've ever tasted.

We left at about seven in the evening. It was already pitch-dark outside, of course (the sun sets before five), and still raining. Heavily. I really hate driving in the dark because I can't stand the headlights shining in my eyes. Especially when some idiot decides to ride my tail. And I can't see far ahead of me, and when there's oncoming traffic, I can't see at all for a few seconds and worry that a sudden curve may sneak up on me. I'm not a great driver, but at least I'm aware of that, and I'm cautious. Overly cautious, according to most people.

We didn't have too much trouble until we got partway up the mountain and it started snowing. I've driven in snow before, but nothing like that. With my brights on, the light reflected off the snow and I couldn't see anything. Without my brights on, I could see what seemed like twenty feet in front of my car and little else. Furthermore, the snow blew straight at us, gleaming in the light. You know the Windows screensaver, Flying Through Space? It looked just like that. Except I was driving. It was enormously disorienting trying to look through that to see the road, and not only did it make me enormously dizzy, but it felt like we weren't moving at all, even though we were going 35 mph. Then the road disappeared as the snow got deeper. And then the snow started tugging at the tires, and I had to fight to stay on the road, even though I wasn't entirely sure where the road was. At least there were tire tracks. Sort of.

So for about half the trip home, we went between 25 and 45 mph. If I had been driving by myself, I probably would have freaked out. But Rye talked calmly to me the whole trip, asking if I was okay, repeating over and over that if I felt at any time that it was too much, we could go back, saying "you're doing fine," keeping a watch on the side of the road in case I lost it, telling me stories... He seems used to calming people down. Maybe it's from helping with the sled dogs?

Anyway, we got all the way back safely. It took us a solid three hours, though considering the road conditions, that's pretty good time. My arms were a little sore from being so tense gripping the steering wheel... not that I was nervous, of course. I was proud of my wonderful car, though. It didn't slip or skid or anything once. And Rye said I did a good job driving in the snow. I drifted more than normal (that doesn't surprise me, though--I have problems drifting even on a sunny day on a clear road), but everything I did--turning, speeding up, slowing down, etc--was gradual and steady. According to Rye, I probably won't have any problems driving this winter. From him, that's a high compliment. Guess I passed the test. Strut strut strut.


Only one other thing to note: a historical moment happened while we were in Anchorage. I bought my first music CD. I've never actually bought a CD before, I don't think--all of mine were given to me. Or burned mixes, from music I had on the computer. I bought three of them for the trip back largely because Rye didn't seem to like any of my music. That and the music was relaxing and sort of puts me to sleep. So I got Mortal Kombat, God Shuffled His Feet (by the Crash Test Dummies), and some Chumbawumba CD. I enjoyed Crash Test Dummies, but the Chumbawumba CD disappointed me. I'd heard my brother's Chumbawumba CD--the one with Tubthumping on it--and had enjoyed just about every song on it. So I figured I would enjoy another of their CDs since it's all the same style music, right? Only... not. The CD I got was an entirely different style... the songs were slow and we found maybe one on the whole CD that had any semblance of a beat to it. Of course, I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention, because we had that one in during the worst part of the road, but still...

I had a really weird headache for most of today. Well, it was like a headache, only without the pain. I mean, I felt the pressure, and I heard the roaring kind of sound in my ears I usually hear when I get a bad headache, but it didn't hurt. Enormously distracting and uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. I don't know what to do about something like that. Suggestions?

That's all. Toodles!