"up through the cracks... up through the broken glass..."

[thanate]

Field work tomorrow, in the lovely new amusement park tentatively named "Tickland." We get to try out one of the new rides, unless of course we are lucky enough to be murdered in our sleep. (Um, ok, perhaps "lucky" isn't *exactly* the word I was looking for...) We have also been promised multifora rose (woo! thornbushes!) and possibly even side attractions of snakes and poison ivy. In fact, the e-mail with the where-to-go info said that if we don't wear long sleeves, long pants, hats, and leather gloves we'll be sent home.

I... really want to show up in a t-shirt.

In other news, I should get a song with more than 4 lines of actual melody stuck in my head next time...