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Good Christ, I've been listening to the same fire siren for over ten minutes now. Where the hell are they going to / coming from that i can hear them this long?
They went through the same song and dance for about twenty minutes an hour ago, too. Either I live in a bad neighborhood that's always on fire and I didn't notice until just now, or something, I don't know what!
It's always a bit jarring when it's first warm enough to have the windows open all night. The neighbor watering his lawn and puttering in the garage at midnight sounded like he was inside the back porch, to the extent that I got up to go look.
Last night we were sitting on the back porch and the other neighbor came in up our driveway to tell us that we could put our garbage out tonight for tomorrow. (Usually Garbage Day is Thursday but as we were dragging it to the curb Wednesday night that neighbor was on his front stoop and informed us that because of Monday being a holiday it was on Friday instead. And then he kindly had to remind us again last night.) The neighbors on that side are sweet and crazy; the neighbors on the other side are dysfunctional and crazy and we can hear their constant arguments now that it's warm out. (Also, their watering things at midnight.)

Last night I brought home a sandwich from work. We ate it, while both of us were checking our email and surfing the Web, sitting side-by-side. We weren't full, and were trying to think what else to eat. Finally we settled on going out for ice cream.
I remain convinced that ice cream is health food. It has inadvertently become a daily staple in my diet. I have to exercise in improbable amounts, just to justify my ice cream habit.

Item: I do not have any appreciable sore muscles from my jog of yesterday. Apparently the secret is to do it on a day when I'm going to spend the evening running around too. Either that or I'm mad buff all of a sudden.
Item #2: They completely changed around the schedule for next week. But I still only have four days. The union rep says there's really nothing to do about it, but if they give a fifth day to anyone junior to me I can demand to have it for myself. But, realistically, it's just that the day in the Club was my fifth day, and without the Club they don't have enough hours for me. So, I will in fact be making less money now that I'm no longer in the Club (that's 8 hours at $7/hr., yo), but at least I will have time to get a second job.
Fuckas.
Item #3: Just as we had despaired of the pole beans ever coming up they've shot out like slingshots and kabamm, in 8 hours they were 3 inches tall.
Item #4: Payday today.

vectors are like... math

Ahhh. Heh heh heh. Am laughing at the punchline of an inside joke I don't get. Heh heh heh. Ahh. Yes.

Have had slightly under half a bottle of red wine and am TOASTED. So toasted I'm using Doocecaps. (Like when she wants to emphasize something and just hits capslock for half the sentence? TOTALLY.)
This was going to be a really witty post but so far, no dice.
Dave's working on a notifier for Gmail. Which would be awesome. So far it's integrated with Safari's password database, and also has a singularly flawless icon he spent all morning doing up with vector art in Illustrator.

I had me a run-in with the Secret Service at work today. Will leave it at that, as I am, indeed, semi-coherent, and also, it's far more interesting to just leave it as a teaser. (He left his folder on the bar. Embossed leather folder saying WHITE HOUSE on it. Did I open it? Details at 11.)

(the following might possibly be funny to fans of Barenaked Ladies) I wish this seaside beerhall would sink into the bay: A mechanical failure caused a false hijacking message on the transponder from a JFK-bound London flight; Homeland Security forced it to land in... Halifax. Hello city!

Now that song's stuck in my head. (For the record, the Ladies have made their peace with Halifax but do continue to perform the song.)

I hear explosions. I suspect fireworks. I don't know and probably never will. Hm. (Dave suspects a baseball game. Oh yes, the Internet confirms: Bisons vs. Clippers. Fireworks presented by HSBC.) Huh, we should go to a baseball game this year.

Wrote Katy another long letter. Third week in a row I haven't had a letter from her. Also no email. Am refusing to do the Irrational Worrying, as that's mom's job. Baghdad's totally safe now anyway.

Dave made Beef Goulash Budapest for dinner tonight and it was fukkingood. Also it used 1/4 cup red wine so we had to finish the bottle, right? Mmm, nascent headache warring with desire to write Elfsmut.

I showed up to work wearing a black blouse and short skirt, because it was the Club and I could. (As long as I don't wear open-toed shoes they really don't care.) Was asked by several people if I had a hot date later. Guess I looked good: Dave merely shrugged. Had my hair down; the morning bartender insisted on brushing it and wouldn't stop saying how nice it was. She is a crazy Quebecois woman. Totally nuts. And she BRUSHED my HAIR. i figured, OK, why not. At least she wasn't a dirty old man. Firms my conviction, though: Crazy people think I'm pretty. Normal people, not so much. I should break down and date a crazy person for the ego boost but I don't think I have the necessary patience.

Oh no! Am sobering up! Break out the sherry!