I'm crashing head-first into my life, living like Alice in Wonderland. I have so much to do at work, I shouldn't even be blogging. But my mother is visiting this weekend and I crossed the border into Mexico for the first time five days ago and Mr. Snarky Cheerleader was re-elected by my fellow Americans yesterday and my cat is so gorgeous and The Who is so human and maybe I can be a beautiful teacher with long hair in a bun after all and 'Barton Fink' and 'Waking Life' are great, great films and everything is so out of control and more in my control than I've ever realized, all at the same time, so extreme, and I wish I could live in a country that wasn't so conservative before I die but maybe that's how it's always been and I just haven't seen it and Sister I am wearing lipstick again and the world is so big and Mexico so close and exiles are great sad survivors and there's no reason to give up hope yet.