I have a confession to make.
It isn't about me, so I don't feel that bad revealing this, but maybe I should.
Today, someone dear to me, someone educated, fairly movie savvy and politically minded, let slip a misunderstanding that had apprently never come up before.
He, or she, since they were a kid, and until a few hours ago, had fully assumed that Arnold Schwarzenegger was Australian.
Rolling in laughter ensued. Tears, shortness of breath, images of the Governator wrestling crocs and boxing kangaroos. The word "G'Day" as spoken with an Austrian accent...
This was possibly the highlight of my week, hell, month!
Apart from that, not a lot to report. My arm is slowly getting some flexibility back, and with it an intense amount of pain as ill-used muscles start to get used again (OIL CAN!) and tonight is my last night of working the graveyard shift at the Pocatello Walgreens.
After that, it's Maine time, baby!