You're Not Wrong, Just Misdirected

*The fires here have, if you've not been paying attention, spread to over 40,000 acres; something like 30,000 houses are in imminent danger of being destroyed, San Diego as a whole has shut down, flights are screwy, it's thirty degrees warmer if you drive five miles inland, the ash in the air makes it hard to breathe, the "devil" winds blow the ash in your eyes and I heard earlier that it's been blown in a THOUSAND mile radius of here. Oh, and they're not contained or anywhere close.

*I've become addicted to Sex and the City in the last few weeks, which is on our free-for-now HBO every single night, only to find out that the eight episodes airing in January are the very last ones.

*Grad school got hard. This week. I see no respite from it. Ever.

*JD had his cop interview this morning. He kicked its ass into the stratosphere and it didn't stand a chance. He'll find out sometime in a week or so, keep your fingers crossed. Please, we are desperate for an income.

*If anyone plans to buy either of us birthday or Xmas presents, may I suggest Ikea gift cards, which you can get online, because we have no furniture.

*We've decided to get a cat soon, and if it's a boy we're naming it Atreyu. NO STEALING MY CAT NAME.

*I am getting my ass whipped by grant writing. Also, by pretending to comprehend articles I read about urban planning.

*I am feeling a rather misplaced sense of satisfaction about having "taken care of" credit debt even though I just transferred the balances to another card. Hmmm.

*Anyone want to meet me in Vegas over Thanksgiving? Unless all the roads burn down between now and then. We don't have plans.

*What else? The sky is still fucked up looking. And it looks like the world is ending. Sorry no deep thoughts tonight.

*Once this episode is over it's back to the grindstone.

*How are you all? Busy and productive, I suppose. Call/write/update when there's time.

Liar Liar Forest Fire

Apparently the wildfires that are all over southern California, burning out of control are a fuck of a lot closer to us than I thought. Example: we wake up this morning and our perfect weather is replaced with a yellow, midwestern-tornado-looking sky, ASH falling and coating all the patio furniture and cars, and the sun is RED. The sun is fucking RED. And it's getting continually darker and weirder looking the higher up in the sky the sun goes.

I feel like we're in Pompeii just before the volcano blew and we're too clueless to leave. The news said one of the fires was arson, which is the one that's most out of control. That blows.
Fucking bizzarro land having hundred-degree weather in the desert with zero humidity and "devil winds" which are something I'd never heard of but apparently the Santa Ana winds wreak havoc on this area every year and are seriously possessed by the devil.

Hell, at least it's a little more interesting than the perfect sunny breezy almost-long-sleeve weather we've had since we got here. I feel like I moved to the arctic circle during the neverending daylight season...my internal clock is all fucked up, and the fact that it's nearly November and I'm prancing around during the day in tank tops and occasionally sweating is fucked up. And they say we're having a "heat wave" on top of the "santa ana winds" and that's why it's not getting cooler, but I think it just never changes from being 78 degrees and gorgeous, and it's kind of depressing me. I'm one of those people who really likes winter and coldness and especially fall in Bloomington. Frowny face.

Every time I look over at the window it is actually MORE yellow than the last time. I doubt seriously that a wildfire would burn through the twenty or so miles of pure residential area to get to us and burn our apartment down, but it's freaky that the SUN IS RED.

I'm becoming more and more convinced that California is absolutely going to fall off the face of the planet into the ocean in a few years. This place is beautiful but fucked up.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And their life is better than yours
Damn right, it's better than yours
I could teach you but I'd have to charge

"My milkshake?" Meaning what.

Anyway. I spent all day yesterday glued to four non-consecutive hours of Sex and the City, meeting with my advisor, taking a nap, and accomplishing nothing. JD's cop interview is Monday. He's gonna tear it up, they all already love him (not surprising) and ya'll cross your fingers that he gets it.

Love you guys! (Just in case we burn to death later)

You're Just Designed to Be Fat, Especially With That Attitude

I just had a nightmare in which I woke up at 10:30 and missed my 10am meeting with my advisor. While I was frantically trying to email her to let her know I was on my way and felt like a giant fuck up, I woke up to the alarm going off right at 8:09. What a lame fucking nightmare.