Nothing says 'sexy' like the smell of burning plastic.

But seriously, here's an update on some of the events of the last 24 hours.

In regards to burning plastic, one of my duties with these lecterns is to take out some of plexi panels and cut them down so that people can turn on the computer, but not actually steal the computer. So at least once I week I bring a stack of these plexi panes up to the scene shop and cut them in half on the table saw. It is so gross. Sawdust I can handle, but this thing tears up the plastic and throws melting shards into the air, getting on my skin and my clothes, and making an awful smell. I have to open up the loading dock doors and let the air in, and my skin is starting to rebel from the minor burns I keep enduring. Yesterday I had the fun experience of getting a peice of plastic in my eye (somehow got past my safety goggles) but miraculously did no damage to either my eye or my contact. So I called it quits after that and made my way to Blacksburg smelling like that plastic toy that you left on the heater in elementary school.

And yeah, I did go to Blacksburg after all, and things were better. I guess things just take time. So I'm still trying. :-)

I think the most interesting thing about today is that I woke up and my mom was freaking out a bit; looked up the road and what do you know? THERE'S A SINK HOLE. Took out the entire part of that street. I mean, our entire neighborhood is built on the side of a mountain that was known to have underground springs, so I mean, really. How could anyone not see this happening, eh?

Song of the Day: Jars of Clay - "Sinking" www.jarsofclay.com