Worked yesterday on Thanksgiving. It was actually kind of fun, and not as crazy as I thought it would be. Also, I took pictures.
I love Court TV. It almost makes me wish I had cable. I could watch forensic shows and "World's Best Police Chases" for hours and hours every day.
I told my mom tonight that we should open a private detective agency. I don't want to do the boring and/or dangerous work, I just want an office with a streetlight coming through slats in the blinds, my feet up on my desk, sipping from a flask and bantering with my possibly double-crossing clients.
I read a lot of Raymond Chandler.
Random from this summer, drinking with Nicole. Like my hat?
And even more random, the book that Nicole gave me for my flight back to Iowa. I'm addicted to it now, because Nicole's the devil. I'm not even really that into sword-and-horses fantasy.
I saw her perform last night with the Tucson Symphony Orchestra. She was amazing.
