My dear, I'm sorry you're feeling icky. Did you ever end up getting NiN tickets? You should come visit me in the wild, wild west. Old people move here in droves because the dry weather makes them feel better, you know. Me? I don't hate kids. Just other people's kids. Mine rocks. I used to ride the city bus to my high school every day and it took me over an hour to get there every day. I had to be at my bus stop by 6:45 AM. And the same little shriveled man who didn't speak english, used to sit by me 'cause he worked at the Furrs Cafeteria (now we've come full circle, because Furrs was one of the first things you and I ever talked about, darling Wiana) across from my school and he decided that made us BFF. I think he was very sad when I got my car and realized I wouldn't be back.

That was very random and not at all organized. Sorry if I hurt your head. Come visit me in NM and I'll teach you to drive a tractor. I'm an expert now, you know.