Due to technical difficulties I unfortunately could not do any work tonight. So I did what any seasoned business traveller would do - I hit the hotel bar. I'm writing from my Treo so I can't go into too much detail, but it was the best hotel bar Experience I've had yet. Thanks to my polka-dot shirt I met 2 people & we had a ton of fun. I sang a few karaoke songs (I tore up Life During Wartime again but completely bombed in a duet of Stevie Nick's Stand Back) and had a super fun time with funny stories I hope to remember & tell y'all at a later date. (Note to self, remember : lakota pride, dr ross famous author, microsoft & skido row wooly, rest stop & hail, snooty karoake bitch, call to Todd's mother, abusive swinder couple). And I'm in bed at 11:30. And I got invited to a Lakota ceremony.

I'm watching Close Encounters and forgot how cute Terri Garr is.

Saturday was the 60th anniversary of the Roswell, NM spaceship crash and there was some very exciting news this week. My thumbs are tired so I'll write more later about it but a key player left a deathbed confession about alien bodies.

Sleep tight my pretties.