InsaneJournal

This morning I had a dream in which I got a Facebook email that said, "Marie Vaughn has tagged you in a note!" It turned out to be a note containing a picture of a party, which happened to include me. Why can't I just forget her? It would make me saner. (And I write this on the 48, sitting in front of a woman who looks suspiciously like her. It never ends, does it?)

The bus driver today is Mr. Absent-Minded. At least it's not Ms. Hardass, the afternoon driver who is ... a hardass. That's all I can really say. She is the most uptight bus driver ever. For example, at the (southbound) stop over the 520 bridge, where the passengers have to disembark onto a traffic island, she always says "Front door service only". About ten people always get off there, and the bus is often standing-room-only, so it's pretty unreasonable. (In her defense, however, that island is short enough that the back door of a double-length bus lets out into the onramp there. But these are adults!)

I'm going to the all-church retreat at Camp Indianola next week! Expect me to be offline 20-Apr-2007 until 22-Apr-2007.