I gotsta git ta bear-leen

You know I just realized it's Semptember 11th. I conisidered not posting today, just so I wouldn't have that date on stamped on the blog. I mean it only happened in 2001, but I think the horror of that it just now starting to creep upon me. Isn't it just like to me to have a four-year delay in my reaction.

I was watching the National Geographic channel the other day. And they had this inside 9/11 documentary. It was quite good. Inspiring even. I mean after the show I spent a good couple minutes re-evaluating my dad's entreaties for me to join the Air force reserve... I could make my way to the CIA or something, get those cool spy pens, right Lo?

Speaking of Lo, your trips sound absolutely amazing. Yay to your mom and dad for making it happen. Yay to you for being crazy enough to sign up for that. Hehe, I know, who am I to talk about crazy, right?

And Annie my dear, flying with a buzz? Alright, so I thought about it... But I concluded that the only way I could make it to at least Frankfurt with a buzz would be if I boarded the plane at LAX piss-drunk. Which didn't seem so bad until I thought more about it. I can see it now, me rolling on the floor trying to get through the metal dectectors... "you kant arrest me offisher, I gotsta git ta bear-leen..."