The knowledge I possess is both awesome and occasionally disgusting, and part of that knowledge is my fervent relief that I did not bring a blacklight with me on this trip. I shudder to think of the material it would expose were I to actually turn one on in this room.
(sigh) The things I do to keep American commerce humming ... even Thor (normally a sucker for all things Tauri) begged off the spare bed and went back to the Beliskner. (He loved the cockroaches though - he's named 17 of them).
Giggle.
If you FReep me your email address, I'll send you a picture of the "Puppy" that the gals at Bagram have adopted.
I probably have your address somewhere in this mess but I'm too done in to figure out where I might have put it.
And the wimps just took my Vioxx off the market. I had to get up at the crack of dawn and find a pharmacy that hadn't seen the news and get a 3 months supply refill. I'll need a sarcophagus after that, or maybe I'll volunteer to join Jacob with the Tok'ra.
(I hope Bush has enough cash now, because he isn't going to get any more from me.)