The above is the "use positive affirmations to trick yourself into thinking things don't stink," running song of the day.
So I read the 55-page criminal complaint against the leaders of the prostitution ring with which Governor Spitzer was involved. I could not put it down, it was so fascinating. With actual quotations from phone calls, emails, and text messages, I could see the inner workings of high-cost prostitute "transactions" if you will. Thoughts, feelings, problems that the people dealt with. How to launder money. And the details of an FBI sting operation, wow. A psychology and anthropology enthusiast's smorgasbord.
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This is my sister April.
I am out of my mind excited for the as-yet-unnamed X-files 2 movie coming out 25 July. I plan to watch every episode of the first seven seasons in a row before then. Again. The old obsession is rising like a fire-breathing dragon in search of something to destroy. I am such the unlikely sci-fi nerd. I find myself liking science fiction shows more than most other genres. Here is one of the first (official, non-leaked) promo pictures. I won't include here all of the spoilers I have read. ["Thank you, Kimberly."]
I think I am getting arthritis a little bit in one of my fingers, but only when (yes, when) that finger is attached to my hand.
Last week there was an arts festival for the high school and all of the schools that feed into it. Before singing, Rebekah was the one who announced her chorus's repertoire for the evening to the crowd. And Aubrey had several pieces of art on display. The teacher took a few of the kids' artworks and made them into prints, then sold them. Aubrey's all sold as far as I could tell. Here are the three that sold. They are postcard sized.
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