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Desperate Housewives.

Who would you hook up with?

I’ve had several dreams in the past week, but until last night, I haven’t remembered what I’ve dreamt in any detail.

Circumstances had put me in Flint for a while, and an actor had dropped out of the play at Flint Youth Theatre, so they’d called and invited me to take his place.

Give me some weirdness.

Last night was a blast…

I got home early, made some French Onion soup (every time the leaves finally fall off the trees, I get gradually interested in cooking again), and caught up on some reading. I worked on my applications.

Of course, the New York Times didn’t even cover the LaSalle Bank fire… I know; I checked several times.

How, in your opinion, should the CTA respond to its current budgeting crisis?

~ Connor

I’ve been an awful penpal this week. I haven’t posted anything except those silly questions.

I have the song Mad World stuck in my head.

Yesterday, I was so tense at work all day, I almost felt sick.

At 3:45 I bolted from the clinic and walked briskly down Michigan, around the to-be-Trump monstrosity, then the river, and cut in along Clark, grabbing a bite at the Expo building before I arrived at the testing center 20 N.

What is your first memory involving Christmas lights?

Will Connor bomb his GRE’s this afternoon?

No, actually, while that is a question right now, only I will be answering it.

So, ahem:

If you were stranded in the worst place possible, be it an abandoned tropical island, Michigan City, IN, or wherever, who would you least like to be trapped with?

What is your favorite insect?