Surrender your booty. No seriously.

I wonder who's going to be the scapegoat for the Minneapolis bridge fiasco. Engineers much? And a swath of federal "cover-your-ass" regulations to come so the government can LOOK like it's doing something, when it really isn't. This would be more amusing if it wasn't a genuine tragedy.

The week I'm not in Phoenix all the thunderstorms decide to make camp. That's awesome; not like we have something like 310 days of sunshine a year and I love storms.

Salem was a lovely little town. I got a Universal Tarot deck, because as much as I love my X deck, the Minor Arcana cards' pictures have little to do with the cards' meanings, and it's damn hard to shuffle. The New England Aquarium was amazing (PENGUINS OMFG). I took some Jack Sparrow-esque pictures on the Constitution. Now I'm alone in the room (silence is so amazing) not going to a meeting I should probably go to. Rachel went home today (a sudden early shift), and will hopefully pick up the cats, because I want to see them as soon as I get home.

Bloo is my best friend, by the way.