A Flash...of NEWS

Last Monday I woke up so crony because I had turned 27 during the night! 27 on the 27th, it is called a golden birthday. I went to Disneyworld to celebrate, after first praying piously to St. Rebecca to protect me from the murderousness of theme parks. It almost did not work: the Carousel of Progress was out of order and the disappointment nearly ended me. ANYWAY, I did not have time to post about it because that was my last day of freedom. The next day I became a waitress, because of Economy, and I labor there still, getting air-licked by cooks and forgetting your potato.