I knew it! Although it’s frightening to think that my health could be even worse than it is had I remained in the car culture that was Miami.

Man, I had such a great weekend, save for discovering that some little earwiggy thing (cue the Bats) had landed in my hair Saturday night. Luckily, I’d drunk enough wine to quell my scream reflex when it fell onto my neck but not so much that I didn’t have the presence of mind to squish it on my desk. D. was nice enough to scrub away the remains the next day.

Heh.