OK, so I'm getting really terrible at this blogging thing. The main reason for this is Alex. Alex is a computer programmer, photographer, really good cook and all-around pretty amazing guy. It's not so much that I spend so much time with Alex that I don't have time to blog, although that is partially true. It's that snark and ridiculous giddy happiness fight for a limited space in my brain and lately the latter has been winning. (It also has a little to do with the fact that Alex lives 45 minutes away, so I spend more time on public transportation.)
Speaking of public transportation, I'm flying home Dec. 2-12 for a little Thanksgiving/Christmas celebration and, hopefully, cross-state roadtripping. Alex, good sport that he is, is coming with me so I can show him off to y'all. If you are a person for whom I should be buying a Christmas gift, please let me know what you want, since I'll be shopping early this year.
Also speaking of public transportation, it took forever to get home from work tonight because some dude was talking so much ish to the bus driver that the driver called the police. A little drama in my night.
Earlier today they evacuated the 13th floor of the Times building because they found an envelope containing unidentified white powder. By the time I got in, everything was back to normal; they sent the powder to the lab and it was non-hazardous. But we must be doing something right if nutjobs feel the need to threaten us.
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