Blech.

I think I'm sick and getting sicker. Achy? Check. Uncomfortably warm, although cold? Check. Exhausted? Check. My throat is really quite raw as well, but that could just be from talking all day long for days in a row.

I'm all on my own for more than 36 hours -- the entire first half of the weekend! Dragons are in Chicago, ostensibly whooping it up with Mr. Shipley. I got to catch the bus home. Luckily, the DART driver seems to have a crush on me, as he drove 1/2 a mile off route to drop me off right at the condo complex. Yay, no walking! Yay, public transportation!

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Yesterday there was a disturbance at the mall. Area readers will recall a fairly recent other disturbance as well. Today, a whole gaggle of youths ran on the bus while another few yelled at them about an alleged assault, eventually calling out at least a half-dozen mall security guys and getting almost everyone thrown off the bus. As we pulled away from the scene, police cars arrived. I have no frickin' clue what any of it was about.

The rest of my commute was long and uneventful.

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P.S. Vote no on I-912.

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P.P.S. Apparently a huge high-tech sexy bowling alley will be opening next month in Tukwila. This will bear checking out.