Damn, I really want to do the line today. Argh! I realized (mostly jokingly) that aside from this Wednesday, I could do the line every day. I think I may.

Probably not a bright idea to sit outside in the damp/rain for four hours with the beginnings of a cold, though, is it?

Urgh.

As soon as Paige said 'severe thunderstorm alert', I decided I had to go today. Thunderstorms? Gusty winds? Hail? I'm there.

I wonder if this ink is waterproof?

Let's see.

Close enough. Sweetness.

I'm insane. :)

Broke down and bought a Starbucks card. I'm also sacrificing my silver blanket to the gods of Star Wars for sure. No chair today.

Gonna fail Molec Cell, no doubt.

The top of the Hilton is disappearing into fog.

Rain, dammit!

The boys are dueling - I'm finding it v. amusing, since they're getting all technical about it. I think I counted twenty-three people earlier, about half of whom I recognize from yesterday.

Have I mentioned how much I love this blanket? It's v. kooshy and warm between me and the sidewalk. Yatta!

I'm glad no one else is reading this until I say so. This way, I can write things like Jamey is v. v. v. cute. The other Jamie is too. WTF? Why do I know so many Jamies?

Do believe I'll do a Diaryland diary with password to post this whole thing in. Can then give logins to various people as I see fit.

Breeze is picking up. Rain, dammit!

How many line members does it take to photograph a roach?

Seven. One to hold the camera and six grown men to squeal.

How many line members does it take to kill a roach?

Two. One to kill it, the other to tell everyone else.

Geez.

Well, it's raining. Am impervious. [Yoda] Dave somehow acquired a no parking sign - I don't and don't want to know how - and is taking the individual signs off the upright. Dave is insane too.

Chris just called us struck - we can leave if we want, but I don't know that I want to. This is like camping at the Glen, only not as squooshy.

Also brighter.

Have I mentioned that I love my backpack and its incredible internal dryness. I probably shouldn't have written that - it's awful early in the line for me to be jinxing it.

[Goofy] Mark's been dubbed Jar Jar - by Alan, I think. The irony is that it's actually rather well-deserved.

This weather really isn't that horrid. At least it's not insanely windy.

I shouldn't've written that either, should I?

At any rate, am surprised by the paucity of Kamino jokes tonight. It's dark and rainy and Alan gave his umbrella to Jango - how is that not Kamino-like?

Chris and Alan are worried about the street sign, since the Zieg (at least, probably the Hilton and Fisher Bros too) has cameras that just recorded it. Dave is apparently putting the sign's constituent parts back from whence they came, but they're still concerned. Hopefully we won't get in trouble unless one of the managements notices?

Actual conversation just overheard:

"Where are you from?"
"Jersey."
"What exit?"

Maybe [my cousin] Mike wasn't so wrong, after all.

Ass is wet. May go home soon after all.