Home again, home again, jiggity jig

It is one o'clock. I have been doing laundry and messing around on Facebook like a yokel. I wish I had taken a shower instead. I want shower. I have a lot of reading to do this afternoon. Omaha, Omaha, what can I say about Omaha? While I was gone, my laptop has completely blown out. Most of the files have been recovered, but most of my music is conspicuosly missing. I don't like computers anymore. In Omaha, I did many things. I went to a dog show and ooohed over the golden retrievers. I ate chocolate covered strawberries. And chocolate covered everything else. I had some of the best meals I have ever had in my life and some very good wines. Great salmon in Omaha. I finally (finally!) saw Pirates of the Caribbean 2, and was much incensed by the behavior of one Elizabeth Swan. I read Taming of the Shrew because Francis thinks that Petruchio is perty much the coolest guy ever. I stayed up until three in the morning, sitting in Hope's car in front of her house and talking (no surprises there). We drank margaritas an hour too early for happy hour and had to deal with a very creepy waiter. We walked around the larger half of Zorinsky lake while the sun went down. I went to the Afternoon, the coolest store to ever grace the corridors of Westroads Mall. I saw two incredible photography exhibits at the Joslyn Museum. Edward Weston is one cool dude. I spent an afternoon at the zoo, rode the dragon on the carousel and got to see the bats, my great, great love. Took a ton of pictures, you can see some eventually. I have to go to the Post Office today and hopefully pick up my copy of the Emporer's New Groove. I am going now to cook some bulger wheat to go with my cucumber yogurt sauce. I still want a shower.

~S.