it's a choo choo train

When you google the lyrics to "C'mon Ride the Train" an Amtrak schedule is within the first couple results. I think that's funny.

Rode the Amtrak for the first time with Tess this weekend to Chicago and to South Bend, Indiana, to pick up the car she bought on ebay. What an amazing weekend. I love trains. I love hot conductors. I love adventures. And I love Tess.

Please go to Diana's blog. One, because she's hilarious. Two, because she wrote a blog specifically about our Valentine's Day, which I can unabashedly say was the best one I have ever celebrated. I love bad movies. I love Balderdash. I love Valentine's Day. And I love Diana.

Oh, love.

if a song could be president

Am absolutely APPALLED by the number of people who did not vote in the Tennessee primaries last Tuesday. Appalled. My generation sucks.

Saw Over the Rhine in Memphis last night. Fabulous. And good for me and my medical woes, it was a seated show so I didn't have to worry about a vaso vagal episode. Twas also an early show so I didn't stay up late, but I am so tired today. Can't get over the tired.

The semester looms ahead of me, with next week being particularly ominous. Big frustrating paper to do on economics of all things. Anyone want to give me ideas on outsourcing? Anyone want to kill Michael Friedman for me? At least I know Karen's dad is on my side.

Got biopsy results back from the dermatologist today. The rash of nearly two months has turned out to be plain old-fashioned hives, or urticaria, for those of you needing a more official name. This is good because I don't have a horrible skin disease. This is bad because I have no-the-fuck-idea what I am reacting to. And this could literally be anything. So I have to keep a journal of everything I eat/drink/touch and try to Sherlock Holmes it out. Does anyone have experience with hives? Any clues or suggestions?

Last week a recurring flat tire on my car turned out to be dry-rotted, so my car was out of commission while this was being fixed. On Sunday my mom hit some monstrosity in the road that was like, a mini, overturned pothole cover with major spikes. It wrecked her whole tire and shook her up really badly. Now today my dad is having trouble with his inexplicably low tires and has to take his car in to the shop. He drives for a living, too. For the grand finale, a wheel flew off my work bag today, and despite making my honors ninth grade boys class help me look in the school yard for it, a part is still missing from the wheel housing so I cannot fix it. This makes me think of the Budweiser commercial played during the Super Bowl wherein the caveman has invented the wheel and all of his buddies are using it wrong. "Wheel sucks" indeed.

Here is a picture of some manatees:



Manatees are awesome, in case you didn't know.