back and older
So, I've been back from Cali for a week now. And I had myself a birthday, as well. woop!
The trip was well, though I was extremely busy throughout. I did manage a night off to go and visit with my friend Michelle out in "the valley" as I'm now hip enough to call it. It was fun. We sat around and got drunk and caught up. We hadn't seen each other for 8 years, so there was some stuff to talk about. It was a shame, her cat of 15 years (15 years!) was on her way out, so there was a solemness to the entire meeting. Still, it was great to see her, and it was a sign of how good of friends we were that the whole night went so smoothly. Plus, the fact that she looked really good is always a bonus. I mean, I can't be seen with ugly people. I have my reputation to uphold. It's bad enough that I associate with the French.
oh yes, I'm back.
I've been freaking out lately as I seem to have the world's worst case of heartburn. I really need to go to a doctor about this, but... doctors. ugh. Styill, I am fearful that I may have a serious problem here, something just doesn't feel right.
Also, I've been obsessed lately with the fact that we - America, home of the free - had Japanese Interment camps during World War 2. It's such a dirty little secret of our country. Maybe if we don't speak of it, it will never have happened. That seems to be the case, at any rate. Strange that the school system shoves auschwitz down our throats (a horrible thing) but ignores Manzanar or the like.
Oh well, ours didn't have ovens. so there!
hmmm... I don't want to leave on such a downer... hmmm... oh, went paintballing this weekend. Everytime I was shot, it was in the head. That should put a smile on all of your faces.

