My car broke down this morning when I went to go buy groceries. [...] I don't have very good luck.

private to eve.

I suppose I should make myself known to you. My name is Sam Rosenblum, but you once knew me as Abel. Should I call you 'Mother'? What are you like? Perhaps we can get coffee sometime.

private to etain.

Would you like to go out this Thursday? One of the guys in my department wants to go on a double-date, and I think it might be enjoyable. There's a new wine bar that we could possibly check out.

Currently waiting in the airport after taking a day trip over to see my father. He's been interviewing new girls for the floor-show, since half of his regulars are going to be disappearing back off to college in a week or two. Which is perfectly fine. He does need new girls. And the ones he's selected so far are all very nice.

What I fail to understand is why he insists on taking them each out to lunch in full costume as part of the interview process. It's certainly not because he appreciates all the effort I put into the bead-work. I honestly think he just enjoys making people gossip about him and his supposedly revolving door of women in their early twenties.

Oh! And they had the news on here earlier - apparently a woman found a body while taking her dog out for a morning walk. Which is a genuinely terrible way to start off the day. And, I think, a perfectly valid reason to avoid exercising before 9 am.