Yeah, I'm a little late. So what?

There's this one guy who comes into the lab every night--and I mean EVERY night. He gets on facebook and myspace, and hangs around for hours. He must have oodles of friends on facebook and myspace, because otherwise, how on earth could he spend so long on there? The question is, though, if he has all of these friends, then why isn't he hanging out with them? Every night he substitutes actual human contact for poking on facebook. He averages about 4.35 hours a day when you factor in weekends even though we're closed. 6.1 hours per day if you only count the days that we're open. What is it about the new high tech world that makes fake realtionships more meaningful?

Anyway, papers are calling my name, and even though I'm screaming "no" at the top of my lungs, they're still winning.

Pokoj.

Ah. My annual phone-answering entry. As always, the ladies have gone to lunch, leaving me here to answer the phones. Yay. Boo. Phones are easier, though. I don't see why everyone was so confused. Not to say that I totally have the hang of it, but I believe that given one week, I would have it no problem. Oh well. I guess I'm just tech-minded. But the last system completely confused me, and they could get that one.

Grah. My head hurts. I slept so hard last night. Too hard, I think. Apparetly, I haven't actually been getting any really good sleep for the last two weeks. My word. I was dead to the world.

Got four of my five grades in. Four A's so far. Pretty sure the other will be an A.

Supper tonight consists of 20 oz. Coke, one packet of Lance Cheddar cheese crackers, one bag of nacho cheese Bugles, and a bag of mini Chips Ahoy. Nutritious, considering that supper must be purchased from a vending machine. The only two remotely healthy snacks available in the machines in the MSCX are these little fruit-chew-things and rice cakes. I hate both. So, junk food it is.

Today has not been the greatest. Our group project didn't get finished in time. Actually, it didn't get half finished. Well, that's not true. I think we are maybe ten lines of code away from completing the project, however, we don't know what they are. As of now, our project does nothing. You may select a class, but you can neither register for it or drop it. And the presentation was due today. We gave it. It sucked. Derrick said nothing. Derrick, oddly enough, is completely Chinese. All the Chinese students here tend to take an American name for some reason. His equally Chinese girlfriend is named Emma. I like Emma better than I like Derrick. Derrick should not be a CS major, but he can't really do anything to change that. He has also not had Java or VB (but he's currently taking it). Mrs. Davis has told me that he downloads essays off of the internet that are in Chinese, and translates them into English. Sort of. I think he runs them through Babel Fish or something, and then finds an unsuspecting American student (i.e. me) to help him fix them. I did it once. I won't again. Emma tries, I think, even if she fails.

David, I'm annoyed with, because he "works better when he's alone," yet his work remains the same regardless of where he is. I understand that he is doing the bulk of the work, but still. Don't tell me that you can finish it at home when you can't finish it here.

I'm supposed to be meeting Zhao here tonight to help him study for one of Dr. Zhong's classes. I'm still not really sure which, though, I'd have to guess that it was for Data Communications (networking). The Software Engineering exam is open-book. He said that he had a hard time understanding Dr. Zhong, so he was lost. I'm a little concerned that I can't help him, but oh well. I make no guarantees.

Somehow I've turned into the CS department's Chinese-American liaison, which one would not necessarily think was needed, as our only two professors are Chinese. Keep in mind that at no point when I use the word Chinese that I mean Chinese-American. Every usage means Chinese, and just that.

Lisa also managed to rope me into helping her study for the Advanced Grammar final. I suppose that I could have gotten out of it, but she actually needs the help. If she doesn't pass, she won't graduate this semester. So, at 9:30 on Tuesday morning, we're studying in the library. Great.

I'm feeling a little stressed, but for the most part it's not over my exams. I'm not particularly worried. Bill will give me an A in Mandarin if I don't just flat-out earn it. On the last test I got bonus points for answering certain questions in Chinese characters. I've made a 95 and a 97 on my tests in there, and he wants everyone to be happy. I'm also one of his favorite students, so that can only help me.

In Software Engineering, the test is only worth 15% of my grade, and it's open book. I just need to make a summary telling me where to find everything that way I can finish in the hour and fifteen minutes alotted. And again, I'm one of Bill's faves.

Data Communications will take some studying, but I'm not particularly concerned. I understand the basic concepts well enough to grasp the particulars. Now it's just a matter of studying. And I still have the status of one of Bill's favorites to help me.

Databases will most likely be cancelled for me since Dr. Lee drops one of your exam grades. I've made 88, 87, and 87 on my three previous exams, and I have over 100% on my homework. Altogether, that should leave me sitting pretty.

Advanced Grammar won't be hard, I'll just need to remind myself of a few things before I actually take my test. I'll still do fine without it, but I missed one assignment accidentally, so I'd rather make an A to help mask it. It's also open-note, so I should be just hunky dorey.

I guess that life could be worse. I think that everyone in the lab right now is actually working on Math, so I don't feel pressured to run anyone out. I have a moment to breathe before anything hits me too hard again. And I have one more class before the end of the semester. Hurrah!

Picking up nine of Chris' unused hours this week. His second major is drama, oddly enough, and since there's a huge production this week, he is unavailable. Good for me! Especially since I didn't work three of my eleven hours last week. Now, despite the deficit, I'll be six hours more than usual. Only about $30 extra, but nice to have.

Figured out the funniest thing ever, though. Chris came in to the lab one day griping about how someone unblocked Facebook and MySpace in the lab. He said he had to unfreeze every single computer, one at a time, log in as "Instructor", and block the IP address for each. He was understandably a bit tweaked that someone had gone to an equal amount of effort to undo his work.

The steps of the process he took are still written on the board with the IP adresses listed. I attempted to access them to no avail. No, I wasn't blocked, but a page did not yield. I then googled 216.178.32.48 and 204.15.20.26 to see what I could find, and mostly I found instructions on blocking MySpace and Facebook for companies/schools.

Another search led me to Site24x7's IP tool. It gave me three address for MySpace and three for Facebook. None of them matched the ones written on the board. The ones for MySpace worked (try 216.178.38.104 for yourself), but the ones for Facebook still didn't yield anything. As of yet, I've not found a single working IP address for Facebook. I definitely get the feeling that it's intentional.

I can't wait to tell Chris that it was Facebook and MySpace that undid all of his work by simply changing their IP addresses. He's not going to be happy. Ha!

So, about a million things have happened. I would love to get into them all, but that would be overwhelming. So, an action-item list, if you will.

1. Carrigan has busted her mouth to smithereens
2. I have made a new friend from Moldova named Evelina
3. I have undutifully ignored an inactive credit card
4. I have become the star student in advanced grammar
5. Marisa's mother is having brain surgery tomorrow morning at 7 a.m.
6. I've decided to take a sign language class at church
7. I nearly killed myself working at camp over fall break
8. We kept Evelina up entirely too late at camp last weekend
9. I've been accepted to Who's Who
10. Bill has asked me to be a character reference for him

The last item is the most immediately interesting. He chased me down after my second exam with him today, and told me that as part of his immigration process, he needed character references. My kindly professor then asked me if I would be one. Of course I said yes. He said that nothing would probably come of it, but he needed references all the same. No harm in helping the man who'll be my primary reference academically. Bob just can't speak English well enough.

I need to order t-shirts. Grah. Stupid Jingle Belles.

Guess I just broke the rules again. I let Leigh print 28 copies of a non-math or computer science item. And each copy was five pages. Yikes. Oh well. I guess I'll rot and burn for this one.

Anyway, my day has been alright I suppose. I haven't been to my room is about 8:40 a.m. and it doesn't look like I'll be there again until 9 p.m. I usually go back to my room for a little over an hour sometime during my three-hour break between 11 and 12, but not today. I spent the first full two hours in the Trojan Center with Amanda and Amanda, then Amanda and Stephen, and then Amanda, Stephen, and Erica. We finally left at like 10 til 1, which wouldn't have left me much time in my room, so I decided to go to the lab (when they weren't paying me to) and talk to David about our group project. Dr. Something-or-other, though, was having a class in the lab and insisted upon the removal of all non-essentials, which did not actually include David, but we don't have to work if a prof takes over the lab--yet we still get paid--so he wanted to go get some lunch. Therefore, I accompanied him to Saga, and I used a meal to buy a Coke, more or less, as I had already eaten. Our intentions had been to discuss the project, but Bill happened to be in there at the same time so David invited him to sit down with us. He joined us, and oddly enough, all talk of Computer Science ceased. We talked about religion, cults, cultural differences between China and America, how he and his wife met, the process of getting a green card, and the process of applying to grad school. Quite random.

Oh well. Guess I'm just brown-nosing again. I'm just not used to not being the teacher's pet.

Silly boys. They're all taller than I am, so they keepy the chair super low. Every time I come in here, I have to jack it back up. Grah.

I have a test today. Pooh. I don't like having tests today or any day for that matter. Tests are fascist. On the bright side, that means I'll be done even faster, so I can run to Wal-Mart and get what I need to for the weekend. Game Day is tomorrow--our first home game of the season, and according to most, we're supposed to win. I'll be in the lab I guess tomorrow afternoon from 2-5, but only because I want the money. Ms. Porter said I didn't have to be here, and I don't expect even the international students to be in the lab, since it's the first game, but I'll be here anyway.

Now I'm off to fall in to the gray, dismal world of studying. Grah.

Grah. My brains is tired. I do not want to be awake. It's only a VERY small consolation to know that I can in about three hours. Yes, very little indeed. Now, at 8:45, my first customer walks in. I don't think he'll need my help, but so far, I've been alone in the lab. And I've been cold. Freezing, actually. And sleepy. Yes, this is my morning to complain. I knew I should have bought a Coke. I just might yet. I could run downstairs to the drink machine. I just might do it, because I'm tired.

I have 6,214 out of the 20,000 tickets I need for my mp3 player. I'm getting a Zune. Not because I like them, or think they're fantastic, or particularly innovatinve, but I can get one for free. That, and piece of crap mp3 player doesn't do video, and I like watching my shows on the go, so bah.

Erica's colon problem turned out to be pneumonia. Now, how something goes from the colon to pneumonia, I dunno.

In the lab again. Persons count: me and one lady doing her math homework. Yay. Though, it might pick up again before the night's out. It did last week. Hopefully not, though. My friends' lives are complicated, but what else is new? Erica (Duncan) is in the hospital. Something about her colon. Mother couldn't remember what it was called. I hear that Josh was down there, which is good. Maybe he's worth something after all.

Weekend = uneventful. Monday = boring. Brain = fried. I actually resorted to buying a mocha frap thing from Starbucks to keep myself awake for the next four hours. So, so tired. I'm tempted to shut the door after it's empty, and just sleep for a while. Sounds a little stupid, though.

I'm blatantly ignoring the "No Food or Drink" rule on the door, as I just ate my supper and I am still sucking on my $$-over-glorified-milk-shake-with-a-shotta-coffe. I also have a bag of chips and a water-bottle for later. I am such the rebel.

Nothing else of import to report, except that I quite like Chinese poetry. So far.

People count: Me, two ladies working on math homework, and one working on C++ homework.
Daily text count: 15
Stupid text count: 1 (Courtesy of Bridget Aaron)
Crossings to the dark side: 1 (Courtesy of Starbucks)
People helped: 1
Classes attended: 4
Brain cells lost from classes attended: Too many to count.

I have no idea what this Chinese kid is even trying to do with his program, and he doesn't have the book, and he can't seem to explain to me what needs to be done. Grah. And so I can't seem to help. He's saying "Maybe I need to see Dr. Zhang," and I reply with "Yeah, probably," and feel about this big. Grah, grah, double grah, triple grah. Stupid, stupid Karen.

Just keeping a record for posterity's sake. And I know that I'm forgetting several, which is why I'm making the list. I hope to not forget anymore of them.

• Fight Club (Nihilism at its finest.)
  
• Stranger than Fiction (Appeals to literary geekness.)
  
• Se7en (Head trip and 40s fashion.)
  
• Interview With a Vampire (Louis whines and Lestat sucks.)
  
• The Producers (The original--"Springtime for Hitler & Germany...)
  
• The Covenant (Sad that they didn't do more with this movie.)
  
• Love Actually (Oh, Collin Firth...)
  
• Blades of Glory (No one knows what it means, but it's provocative...)
  
• Ocean's Eleven (Do you think we need another man? Alright. We'll get another man.)
  
• Ocean's Twelve (Cast had more fun making this one than we did watching it.)
  
• Moulin Rouge (It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside...)
  
• 300 (Madness? This is Sparta!)
  
• Chicago (When you're good to Mama...)
  
• Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason (Fountain scene is the ONLY reason to watch...ever...)
  
• The Godfather (Why have I not seen this film earlier?!?)
  
• Dear Frankie (He comes back, marries Lizzie, and they give Frankie a little sister.)
  
• Donnie Darko (Could have been fantastic except for the last five minutes.)
  
• History of Violence (Vigo was brilliant. The script was not.)
  
• Memento (Remember Sammy Jankis)
  
• Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (Funny how I keep forgetting this one.)
  
• Serenity (I'm a leaf on the wind...)
  
• Sin City (Still haven't figured out everything about this movie.)
  
• Singin' In the Rain (Lina, you're a beautiful woman. Audiences think you've got a voice to match.)
  
• Casino Royale (Leigh's first Bond movie ever.)
  
• The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising (Cute, but anti-climactic.)
  
• 30 Days of Night
(The Vampires almost ruined this movie.)

• Marie Antoinette (Simply everything looked like cake...including the people...)
  
• Sleepers (I can never look at Kevin Bacon the same way again.)
  
• Underworld (Nice vamp staple.)
  
• 13 Going on 30 (I so cannot believe that I liked this film.)

Grah. There has to be more.

I'm rather chipper today!! I guess after 21 years, my mother is finally rubbing off on me.

So, the PO totally sucks here on campus. I've been sending lots of nasty emails, saying, "Where's my book?!? I even expedited my shipping!!" and someone finally replied, telling me that they have the confirmation scan that someone received my package here in Troy. Then I feel kinda stupid, but I go to the post office to confirm. Guess what? They've had all three of my missing text books since probably August 18th, along with two magazines too large to fit into my box. And no, I've never received a package slip for them, and yes, I've claimed another package since the 18th. Am I tweaked? Only slightly. Grah.

Leigh-Leigh and I have been watching 300 and Chicago. For next week, we've selected Bridget Jones' Diary and The Godfather. We're a little messed up. Next week, we reinstate the Brad-Pitt-movie-of-the-week. I never truly appreciated Brad Pitt until I saw Fight Club. And now, I'm in love with looking at him. I'd never need to meet him, though.

And yes, Miss Regina, I said the "s" word. Grah. I am so upset right now, but not as upset as I was last night. Last night, I found out that Miss Regina's been sacked. Her job is being done away with. She says that there is no one to blame, but the way she talks about how she can be confident that she did her best despite some of the mistakes she made, it makes me think that there IS someone to blame.

I feel like Jack from Fight Club while he was beating Angel's face in.
I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of
every panda that wouldn't screw to save its species.
I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers
and smother all the French beaches I'd never see.
I wanted to breathe smoke.

When Tyler asks what happened out there, why he destroyed Angel's face, he replies:
"I wanted to destroy something beautiful."

That's basically the summation of how I feel. Part of me wants to light fire to WorldSong and watch it burn to the ground, but I know that I would regret that. Part of me wants to vow to never return, but I know that I would regret that also. Part of me wants to rip down every single piece of camper mail on my wall, telling me how much they love camp, how much fun they had, how much they are looking forward to coming back next year, but I would definitely regret that.

In her email Miss Regina reminded us once more that camp is for the campers, which this time has nothing to do with us goofing off together at the pool. She's telling us that next summer's campers need us. I just have a hard time wrapping my mind around that. Can't the WMU see that I need her.

Besides the raging Project Mayhem adrenaline running through my veins, I also feel like Jane and Michael Banks or Harriet the Spy or any of the Brown children after their Nanny left. Yet, like all of their nannies did for them, I know that Miss Regina gave me the wherewithal to stand on my own two feet. I can do camp without her because camp is for the campers. I can do camp without her, because camp is bigger than any one person--even Miss Regina.

No one gets why this tears me up so. Ronke, God love her, has done the best. She only gets it because she knows how much camp means to me. She hugged me and let me cry on her last night. She was probably the most helpful, because she was the only person I talked to that not only understood, but didn't have her own emotional investment.

At this moment, all I can do is hand it over to God. I have so many questions, but Miss Regina told us that we would just have to go on for now not knowing the details. It seems insane that others are existing happily while my world is falling apart. I know that sounds melodramatic, but camp has been a constant in my life since 1995. Miss Regina has been a constant in my life since 1995. I just have to remember that God is also bigger than us all. To quote VeggieTales: "God is bigger than the boogie man, and he watches over you and me."

I just got an email from my cousin in response to some pictures I had emailed her at work. The reply provided this disclosure at the end of it.

The information contained in this message, including attachments, is intended only for the use of the individual or entity addressed, and may contain information that is privileged, confidential and exempt from disclosure under applicable law. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient or the employee or agent responsible for delivering the message to the intended recipient, you are hereby notified by Vision Bank, that any dissemination, distribution or copying of this communication is strictly prohibited. If you have received this communication in error, Vision requests that you please notify the sender immediately and asks that you do not read the message or its attachments, and that you delete them without copying or sending them to any other party or parties.

And just so I'm breaking the rules, she told me that it looked like I had a lot of fun at camp, and she's saving one of the pictures for blackmail.

Ha, Visions Bank.

So rise and shine and give God the GLORY GLORY...oh man, I've missed this hour of the morning. It's almost time for cabin capers, a.k.a., my LEAST favorite part of the day. I now have this urge to go plunge the second toilet.

Anyhow, in the lab--again. Only one person--again, though, a couple more might stumble in before I stumble out. Only two horus this morning. Then one class. Then I'm done. I think I'll go shopping!! Maybe sleep. We'll see which wins out later today. Right now, sleep's winning. Regardless, though, I have to go to the bank, which can only be done at certain hours.

I've almost finished Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk (Paul-uh-nick). He's my favorite author right now. First Fight Club, now this. Leigh says that she's buying Rant and that I reall need to read it. It sounds more interesting than Survivor sounded, and as it turns out, I really like Survivor, so surely Rant will be better. No one does head trips by Palahniuk. This summer, I randomly saw at least a dozen guys reading his book Diary. Leigh said it wasn't quite as good, but she owns it, so I'll probably read it.

But I will not go down this road. I can talk about Fight Club forever, and not just for the Brad Pitt yumminess. There is more heady symbolism in this book than Lord of the Rings. And then there's Brad Pitt. Ha. I don't think I would ever want to meet him, but I sure do enjoy his face. Movies and posters are all I'll ever need of him.

In the lab, once more. I guess that this is my update place. The spacebar on this computer (the computer that I was supposed to be using Friday) is much quieter, which is good. I don't feel so bad about my rapid typing.

I got more practicing with belaying at camp this weekend. Mr. Bob said that I needed to come back and get some more practice before he lets me do it with non-staffers. He just told me to come early the next time that I work, though, I don't know when that will be. Miss Regina hasn't asked for help for anything else, yet. Perhaps she will soon. I know that I'll be helping with school groups that stay over night in October, but they won't be doing high ropes. They'll be elementary schoolers, I think. I don't really know who'll be there, but it's kind of a random time, so unless someone is skipping school, they shouldn't have much reason to be there.

Leigh-Leigh sat and ate with me in the hall, so she could keep me company. It was nice of her. I greatly appreciate it. She's off doing her own thing now, though, and I can't say that I blame her. I wouldn't be here if I were not paid to be. Though, I know that I've definitely had worse jobs. Take tonight, for instance, there's no one to supervise me. Anyone who would care about my productivity left by five, at the latest. Of course, I will be back here at 8 a.m. tomorrow, but if I were a couple minutes late, no one would care. And I can do whatever I want online, that isn't blocked. And if I had any homework, I'd be doing it!!

The bio students used up all the paper again. They are so computer LD. Grah.

There's only one person in the lab, and I still have three horus to go. I don't see business picking up, either.

Okay, so you know how I talked about my great lab schedule? Not so great anymore. He moved three of my hours on Tuesday (the ones AFTER my 10 a.m. class) and to Friday afternoon between 2 and 5. How great is that? I think I'm going to get all of the dead shifts. Oh well. More time to myself. I don't think Bill likes me as much as Bob does. But just wait. I really am Bill's favorite student, he just doesn't know it yet.

So the current schedule:

Monday:
4:00 - 9:00 p.m.
Tuesday:
8:00 - 10:00 a.m.
Thursday:
8:00 - 10:00 a.m.
Friday:
2:00 - 5:00 p.m.

Yikes, huh? When I got in here a couple of minutes ago, there was like seven people using the computers. Now there are three. They'll all be gone soon. I think.

Going to camp again tomorrow. I'm working high ropes from 9:00-12:00, so none to shabby in that department. I'll be making in those three hours what I make in a week here. Then again, I make in 22 hours here what I made in a week at camp, and you're on-duty from Monday at 10 a.m. until Friday at 2 p.m.

Oh! Last weekend, Miss Regina taught me to belay, so maybe I can use that in the near future. I find myself caring less and less about Computer Science and more and more about outdoorsy things. Something's happening to my brain. Though, I must say that my attention span has improved in class. I'm actually comprehending the material. Who knew that I would like theory better than actually programming (for class time).

I think Bob's a little disappointed that I won't be going straight to grad school after I graduate, but I really want to do this journeyman thing. I think I'll either go to Guatemala or Ghana. I'm leaning towards both for different reasons, and it's about to split me apart.

I feel like I'm typing quite loudly in here. No one else seems to be using their keyboard much, and certainly not their space bar. Why do they make space bars so loud? It's probably the most often used key on the computer. Hmm. It's not so loud when I use my left thumb, but that's just unnatural. Maybe I wack it too hard. I don't know.

Adios.

Okay, so it's bright and early this Tuesday morning, as I sit in the lab for my first day of my new job. What do I do? Silly, I already told you. I sit in the lab--the Math & CS lab, that is. What on earth for? Well, apparently someone has to at all times, not that I think Dr. Zhong managed to quite work that out, but close enough. I sit in eager anticipation that someone will ask me a question, and I will be able to answer it, thus making their life better and more fulfilled. But mostly, I just sit.

I was totally wrong. Someone is actually in here at 8 a.m. An adult seeking higher education post-real-world experience. I did not count on her. She's on Blackboard right now, but I don't really know what she's doing. It actually looks to be homework. Shock! Anyway, I predicted that I wouldn't see a soul until 9:30. I only work two hours today, and eleven hours this week total, but that's better than working no hours a week. I don't work at all on Wednesday, and what's better is that I don't work on Friday, so I can still leave at eleven if I want to.

Wow. I think the world's oldest living adding machine is sitting in the corner. I mean, it's got this HUGE "+" button over on the side. Looks like a ten-key mixed with a type-writer. It's gibungus and ancient all at once.

Speaking of HUGE, gibungus, and ancient, half of this tree is now covering the road beside Clements, completely blocking access. I stumbled out of my building at 7:30 this morning, slightly dazed and confused at the sight. I just sort of stared for a moment, and then a campus cop pulled up, noted my face, and then with a laugh, yelled, "Good morning!" I returned, but still looked a little dazed, I imagine. Must have been a storm last night.

Ooh! Ooh! Another person. Yet again another adult who looks like she's lived life a while before coming to Troy. I suppose I'm an adult, but I went straight from high school to here. Real world? What real world?

Talked to mother, and she says that she used to use one of those adding machines. I inspected it more closely, and it has eight columns and ten rows of buttons. At the bottom, there's a whole row of 0's, then a whole row of 1's, then 2's, and so on. She says you can add two columns of numbers at once. They used one at Coke, and they would keep up with the number of bottles sold in one column, and the money made off of those bottles in the other column. Weirdness.

Well, I supposethat I do have some homework that I could be doing. Should probably do that, then. Later.

Ha. That makes me laugh.

What pisses me off, though, is that Windows Media Player has lost my licenses for my legally downloaded songs--as in ones I paid for! Grah. It know it's onl 88 cents a track, but there's like nine songs it's lost. As you can probably tell, I don't buy too many songs. But still!

Leaving this afternoon. Definitely skipping my 1 o'clock. Hate it, and you can't make me go. Grah.

My, want an eventful night. My day was kinda boring, but I spent yesterday night in the ER waiting room, waiting on Elana. She's got a virus or something, and she puked so many times that she got dehydrated, so we had to take her to the ER. Then, she didn't want to sleep in her room, because her bed is up on blocks and she didn't want to climb, so she's been in my bed since we got back to school. She almost passed out this morning, but that's because she won't eat anything. I've been trying to make her eat some crackers, but she won't really do it. She's asleep again, right now, but when she wakes up, she's eating. If not, I'm calling her Momma, and she's gonna get on to her.

Anyway, Ken Keasey unfortunately calls. I could go for an electric Kool-Aid acid test myself, right now, but I unfortunately cannot. Especially since there's such a great notion to be had. Ah me.