Last night there was this show on The History Channel (best. channel. ever.) about the Pentagon. It was really quite interesting. (Did you know that around 25,000 people work there? It blows the mind. In 1943, 33,000 people worked there--its highest population ever.) Anyway, it made me all sad, because my grandfather worked there in the 1950's and I really would like to talk to him about everything he did, but I can't, because he died in 1997. You know, just when I get to a point I can appreciate my grandparents and everything they've done, they have to go and die. It's really upsetting. My grandpa Dickson was so cool, too. Ah well. I guess we really don't appreciate what we have until it's gone. Which is why I'm happy that I'm actually talking to my parents.
Anyway, 24 hours from now I'll be winging my way to London. YAY! I just need to get through work today. Time is just dragging by...argh.
Current song in my head:
"There She Goes" by Sixpence None the Richer