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I smell like a million flowers and a strip club. :)

I got a bunch of perfume vials in the mail today ... most of them are flower blends, but the one I wore to work today is musky and sleazy-smelling, in a good way. I like it, but unfortunately, I don't ever have a good time to wear that sort of thing. It's not like I go out clubbing.

Meanwhile, this has been one hell of a week. Thank goodness it's almost over. I'm so relieved to have one day left. Work has been nuts, in a bad way.

I am so darn tired of snow, especially since I'm feeling springy. I can see the sun getting higher, and I'm gravitating toward flowery smells.

And I hate when people are sick, 'cause I can't do anything about it. :(

Decades come and go so fast...

I just had to edit a cutline that reminded me that tomorrow/"today"/March 2, 2008, is the 10th anniversary of Suzy Lyall's disappearance.

It's been 10 whole years? Wow. That's a mighty long time.

It makes me think, too. I mean, she was a sophomore in college when she vanished. Poof, gone.
She was a tech-y sort of person, a comp-sci major, and yet, technology has made so many advances just since then -- the rise of the blog, YouTube, Firefox, XBox and Wii and PS3 -- and she hasn't been around to enjoy them. (If she had access to technology, wouldn't she have gotten in touch with someone by now?)

And there's just the idea that she was ahead of me once, ahead by a year, and now, I'm ahead of her, probably, 'cause I have a degree and a job and an adult life, and... well, we can all hope that she's out there somewhere doing alright, but we may never know.

It's creepy when someone you know disappears. It's one thing when someone you know dies -- sad, surely, but at least you can acknowledge it, deal with it and move on. It's another when someone you know just vanishes. She could be dead. Or maybe she's living a totally different life somewhere. But either way, you just don't know.

And it's not like she and I were close. I mean, we were, but only for a few years when we were much younger, and then I got mad at her and didn't have any contact with her again until she randomly showed up with a guest at my graduation party, the summer before she disappeared. But still, even if we weren't buddies, I knew her -- she lived just a few blocks away, after all.

Rest in peace, Suzy, if that's what happened to you. Or else, call home, Suzy, if only so people will know that you're still alive.