Carli Disappears

I just had this vision that I'm on some lame Without-a-Trace type show, and I go missing after a big fight or psychotic meltdown or something. And everyone's trying to figure out where I am, when the detective says, "Is there anywhere she feels safe? Anywhere she's talked about going?" And nobody can think of anything, and then suddenly someone in the office says, "Yes. The Folk Art Museum! Go to the Folk Art Museum."

And a detective shows up and I'm staring at a quilt and I say something super-stupid like, "Look at the pattern. . . all the individual pieces sewn together. All my pieces have come apart, and I don't know how to sew them all up again."

And the detective goes, "We'll figure it out. We'll figure it out together."

I should really be writing for television, ay?

And vote or no vote, I will get to that folk art museum, dammit!

Update on my weekend is coming once I get the pictures worked out.