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I feel like I am not going to be able to sleep again tonight.

2 years later...

We've lived in Colorado for one year and two weeks now. It feels like much more time than two years has passed since we left florida. I do miss florida sometimes, I miss my sister. But Colorado has been really good to us, I cannot complain.


Mark and I are moving to Michigan! Zomg, its going to be nuts.

This will also be the last post in this blog, ever, because I have a cooler google/blogger whatever it is blog. I am not going to delete this one so that I can still enjoy a few LJ communities (cf_hardcore I am looking at you!).
"Using government statistics, the report noted that police have killed more than 11,000 people in Sao Paulo and Rio since 2003. In Rio, the killings reached a high of 1,330 in 2007.

The report also states that Rio police killed one of every 23 people arrested, and Sao Paulo police one of every 348 in 2008. In comparison, police in the U.S. killed one of every 37,000 people arrested that year."

I am so not prepared


It was actually V-day. Got off to a rough start with latimer being a half hour late, and the conference laptop being a bitch(!!) but after that it was smooth as silk.

Zwick said: "This is one of the best literature reviews I have ever seen."

Theres hope for me yet!

lesson learned, the hard way of course

Gabby must NOT drink different types of red wine in one night, EVER. Its baaaaad news. Might be advisable to avoid red wine altogether. Which is shame since I am developing a taste for it, and Sarah and Dave are always offering it.

Gabby friendly drinks:
-martini (feed the monkey!)
-white wine

that is all! no rum, no sugary/fruity mixed drinks, and no red wine. Still willing to drink tequila (not margaritas) very rarely, for special occasions.

This Be the Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.


I feel like I am getting a cold. Bad timing, but could be worse, I should be over it by D-Day (Monday).

Tonight is Sarah's birthday celebration, should be fun although I am not in a party mood at the moment. One of the good things about me that is that good moods typically rub off on me, pretty reliably.