We gave my much-younger sister and her friend (who we met that evening) a lift back to their town of residence after a family event on the weekend (it was a cousin’s post-topical-wedding reception, but that’s not really important). The friend sent me a very polite Facebook message the day after asking if she had perhaps left her cell phone in our car, and if so, could I mail it back to her. I looked. She had. Being a hip University student who I’m sure has…you know…friends and stuff, I asked in my reply whether she was suffering cell phone withdrawal yet. This is what she sent me.
I think she might be awesome.
So I sent her an envelope containing the phone and two surveillance photos with a request on the back of one of them to “take care of this” by mid July, payment to follow.
The pictures were supplied by Google, so I’m not sure who this woman is, but I hope she has good life insurance or some decent body armor.
Around these parts, things are becoming progressively more stable as my body adjusts to the lack of foreign chemicals (and it does, indeed, look like I’m actually free of the Luvox for good! Yippee!). I’m fighting the urge to push myself too crazy hard now that I’m “better.” …”Better” meaning pretty much right back where I was when they decided to pull me from work in the first place. 
I’m still not handling stress well, but for the moment I’ve gotten pretty good at avoiding all possible stresses in my life. So things are going okay.
In other news, that New York song “Empire State of Mind” with Alicia Keys and Jay-Z was playing on the radio on my way home today. I have no idea what most of the lyrics are, which isn’t unusual for me, but one line came through crystal clear and I don’t think I’ll now be able to hear it any other way. Tell me that at the one minute mark, she isn’t singing “concrete fills my red dream tomato.” I dares ya.
