We have lost all radio contact. No wait...

Luietenant Faye, reporting for duty, Sir! Oh no, wait, wrong thingy. Excuse me.

In other words, I'm still alive and kicking. Internship is still very much like bootcamp and I still feel like they've shaved my head bald. Like a soldier, not Britney. I wonder what I would look like, bald, and yet I don't have the guts to try. Partly, of course, because it takes ages to grow back. I think it's really unfair. Cutting it off takes like two seconds and growing it back takes forever. Same with trees.

Today, Mom's tv went sizzle wizzle dizzle and now we have the pleasure of having a brand new Philips Ambilight 32" LCD tv in our livingroom to see if we like it. I am very pleased. It's like cinema only smaller and in the middle of an 80s disco with fancy lights. And I mean fancy. I'm actually watching it now, so I must be the queen of multitasking. Booyah.

I'll see you later when my drool bucket is running over.