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I don't know that this really needs saying, but I'm putting it out there just in case.

Nothing good will come of reading the Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report at two thirty in the morning. ... Just, no.

I mention this, because this is what I've fallen asleep reading, the last four nights. The best part? I was totally confused as to why I was waking up anxious and concerned! Why this was a surprise is one of those unsolved mysteries of my head.

(New Mexico has twice the national average of delivery by midwives! Go us!)

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I managed, somehow to drag myself out of bed this morning, in time to deliver my rent check before class (and OH what a responsible adult am I?) only to get to class and discover it had been canceled. Uncool, universe, uncool.

But then! I was craftily using the extra time to wander on down to the Peace Corps office and harass my recruiter (and give him my finger prints, but this is kind of beyond the point) and they were doing a flyover. I guess Bush is in town and we have to show off, or something.

The point is: there were these amazing machines, flying really fast, and very low, close enough that you could feel the roar trigger an adrenalin rush, lifting you up like a whole body WOOSH as the planes went by. My iPod chose Of Montreal's Neat Little Domestic Life as the soundtrack for the moment and, ow my brain.

It was this beautifully surreal moment of total disconnect with all my nerves trying to leap out of my body into the sky and my head deeply concerned with whose turn it is to do the dishes.

Happy Friday to you too.