i can hear the new from the other room, everything from hundreds of frisco protesters arrested to threats of chemical and biological warfare. it is flipping me out (so much so that i wrote a little letter into my old co-workers about it...very sappy and slightly embarassing...which was written in a know that i am still alive/exist and like you guys and please keep me in your employ for a little while longer while i look for work way.) hard to keep all of my sarcasm about international policy out of it...but i tried, i did.

the disconnect and numb i feel about the whole war is terribly frightening, but a bit far away.

i am still adapting to ca and our new life/home. i fear looking for work, interviewing and the process, and frankly the war is not making my prospects any better. this grrlie needs to get off of her working remotely from home on the couch in her pjs butt and go out hunting. peh.

i had a dream last night about work, and going back there after being gone a week. i walked in and no longer knew anything i had known before and was completely out of the loop.

yay for anxiety dreams.

yay for this world being so incredibly fux0red.