"Legend of the Highways, and All Them Other Truckers Will Tell You That the Boy is Mad..."

*waves* M'back! And I officially lose at being an empathetic morning person! Because I'm far too wide-awake and ready to go out and run marathons at six o'clock, and--yes. Does not make for a good sleepover partner, particularly when the both of you were up semi-late the night before. So, yes. I lose.

But it was really very wonderful getting to see Tai again. ^__^ And we played miniature golf in the moonlight, and as Eponine and Jehan have little miniature golf tokens of shiny and love. Like rings! but less expensive!

And. Er. She has shown me two episodes of Star Trek, and demn me to hell if I'm not fascinated and smitten and omg. Only everyone will hate me, because I like TNG. Nevertheless. *dies* Madly in love. The library has almost one-hundred episodes in volumes, so I shall inspect the collection when I go to work to-morrow.

But now I must go to work to-day! *eeps* So I must be off!

...am very near to hyperactive just at present. Why is that? I can see no reason for't.

Eeeeep, am not dressed for work! Leaving in fifteen minutes! *scurries off*

"And it May Sound Funny, but I'm Going to Get My Money Back..."

If nobody minds, could somebody perhaps just tell me that she loves me? Because I hate myself so much right now that I feel scared, and if I knew that somebody else-- well. you know. I just don't know what to do.

This is Dead Horse Point in Utah, and the only picture there that I'm in.

"The Ghost Riders in the Sky..."

I well me.

It's nice to make cakes. It's the chocolate Tia Maria truffle one, and Waen and I made it together.

The alarms would not stop going off to-day at work. First Al set off every door alarm imaginable, and none of the nurses would tell me how to turn them off; finally one of them helped, but unfortunately I've never really gotten the hang of it. *is pathetic* And then Helen, who has been given a wheelchair in place of her walker owing to the fact that she can't stand up, went to the end of C hall and opened the door and walked out, which meant another hundred alarms when off and I got to do a marathon sprint down the hall to catch her, and she wouldn't let me take her back to her chair. Neither would John, come to that.

Woe! They used to listen to me! I, who saved my dear John so long ago; I, who walk with Al everywhere. They no longer trust me at Stoneybridge, and they will not let me set them back.

Er, on the good side, after Helen I went in to see Eleanor, to assure her that nothing terrible had happened, since Eleanor's room is directly next to the door Helen went out, and she talked very gently to me and let me hold her hand and laughed at me not unkindly, and I do love Eleanor so.

Also, it was nail salon day, so I painted Katy's fingernails, and Bertha's, and both of them were satisfied with the job I'd done. ^_^ And I've never had my nails painted before, but Kim insisted on doing them, so now they're a funny pale pink colour and they feel all smooth and shinyish and it's very odd. I keep staring at them.

And I visited Marcie, because she was in bed to-day, and showed her my photographs, and I think she was actually pleased to have seen them. I am almost certain she was glad for the visit. I told her I'd miss her (I leave Friday!) and kissed her and talked to her a little. And I visited Bill, and got to see his new kitty. ^___^ He has a pure white kitty with blue eyes who sleeps on his bed, and he let me pet it for a little while.

*flails* And this will sound so stupid, but I also read Janet's mail to her, and for the first time, she didn't cry. It was wonderful. She just smiled. I am afraid it might have been because she didn't entirely understand, but the fact remains that she was not crying, and I was glad.

*narrows eyes* It would have been perfect if John had not tried to stand up and set off his alarm. Agga. Work is trying to give me a heart attack.

EDIT: Ahem. This photograph is for madameviking. What is it? The signpost in Memphis for Viking Culinary Arts Centre. Waen and Mum laughed about this for ages. "The Art of Roasting the Perfect 'Boar on a Spit' at 350 Bonfire Degrees"; "Knives and More Knives: How to set the table for your guests"; etc. ^^;