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The spell corrects for today? bsi = blood spatter interpretation Don't you wish you were me? Last night I dreamed someone set a dog on fire, and it was running around the beach shrieking and no one could figure out how to put it out. I was standing on the outside of events, watching my 14 year old self trying to get the attention and help of people who kept telling her she was being impolite because she was interrupting. Then the dream morphed so that I was putting the dog out, and then that the now dying dog was my own. It was one of the worst dreams I've ever had, and when I woke up in the middle of it, I fought not to fall asleep again. There are times when you really max out on the gory, behind-the-scenes details of true crime. Let me just say there are reasons that kind of gruesome information does not make it on air, and leave it at that. I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving. Mine was...uneventful. I'm still trying to wade thru documentary interviews...my motivation is shot after sitting thru forensics interviews all day long. I will just tell you that there are reasons very bookish people end up taking jobs where they live in a lab all day, and poor communications skills are really just the tip of the iceberg. Sometimes I really, really hate my job. Then I think about how much money the current company is paying me, and I suck it up. Still, I would prefer to be doing something slightly more enjoyable and less akin to waiting to have my teeth drilled. I'm just sayin'. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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