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[leighblack]

I really need to stop reading/watching the Katrina coverage. At first, it was kind of entertaining, as I'm always amused by the talking heads trying to deliver news reports in Hurricane-force winds while trying to dodge debris. But now everything is just heart breaking. So many people dead. So many thousands, maybe even millions, who have lost everything. It doesn't make for the usual pleasant day of goofing off at work when you're reading all their stories. Still, I can't keep away from neworleans or WWLT. Thankfully, the one person I do (sort-of) know in AL seems to be safe.

American Red Cross - if you can afford to donate, please do so! (give it time to load, it's understandably busy)


Last night, I slept in my bed for the first time since last Wed. Of course, it's not like it was horrible sleeping on my couch while I gave rockerlee by bed. Or that the hotel in Clear Lake was terrible. Or that staying at my parent's was that bad, even though I never sleep very well there since I'm not using to having the dogs curled right up next to me so I can't move. But still, there's nothing quite like sleeping in your own bed. I didn't wake up once during the night, as I have been doing a lot of recently.

I'm having a viewing of the awesomely bad movie The Transporter at my place on Wed night, in preparation for the upcoming release of The Transporter 2. Everyone is invited! Just let me know if you're coming and I'll give you the details.

I was unpacking my bag last night, since I hadn't really unpacked it from Chicago, just switched out clothes to take to Iowa last weekend. Then I realized I shouldn't really be unpacking it, since I'll be leaving for the cabin on Friday. Sometimes it feels like I'm in a neverending cycle.


I guess that's all. I thought I had more to add, but I seem to have forgotten it. Oh! I did want to thank Lana for the lovely card. It really made my day yesterday, especially since the rest of my mail was all bills. =)

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[rockerlee.livejournal.com]

It makes me actually want to call that semi-wretched guy in New Orleans just to see how he is. I don't think he's on the road with anybody, so I think he's been home. Damn me for actually caring a bit about people I don't necessarily like all that much.