Several weeks ago I finally admitted to my worry-wart grandma that I had been sick for a while but wasn't sure what is was. She said, "You know it could be that change". "What change"?, I asked, but knowing full well what she was getting at. "That change of life" she explained. Leave it to my cute little grandma to confuse bronchitis-like symtoms in a 32 year-old as menopause.

I'm going to Peru for New Years! I'm going to Peru for New Years!

I got stuck sitting next to the nail biter on Bart this morning. Christ man, here's twenty bucks, it's called a manicure!