Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing

Ten listening hours in the past thirty days! I'm on the map, kiddies!
And I couldn't have done it without you. Yes, you, the one in the back, slouching low and hoping I won't see you.

Vitamin Cyrano still on the air, two weeks later! And they said it wouldn't last!

It knows when you are sleeping, it knows when you're awake

The insidious nature of Facebook continues to creep me out.
Must remember to keep logging myself out.

I know to you it might sound strange

Bay area folks:
I just got an email from kzsu advising about how to deal with an inbound severe storm front.
How much fun am I going to be getting into when I arrive on Saturday night?

My only friend, the End.

I am done with finals. (Don't ask me how I did, as I honestly don't know.)
I am done with batteries dying.
I am done with snowstorms.
I am done with power outages.
I am done with ponds and falling in them.
I am done with driving large passenger vehicles.

For the next forty-eight hours, the demands I expect to have to meet are:
Finish preparing for Michigaxmas.
Pack for California (and prepare, minimally, for Califoxmas).
Enjoy the people I am with.
Silver Lining the living fuck out of everything.


We're still flying.

That's not much.

It's enough.