Love and Culture.

Warning. The following could be interpreted as prejudiced. Not my intention, but you've been duly notified.

How Various Cultures View Love:

America: Sex. Sex is key. Sex is everything. It sells jeans and six figure cars, yet showing a female nipple will get you slapped by the FCC and make you a nine day wonder as EVERY news station will go on and on and on about how indecent you were. No, we're not hypocritical! It's all about the instant gratification. Love is something for women and romantic comedies.

England: Love? What is this love you speak of? Oh, emotion! Yes, we have that. Why?

Ireland: Love is a grand thing. It's what we fight and die for. Love for Ireland. And a good woman. And your kin. And death to the Sassenach! (Yes, I know that's not spelled right.)

France: Mais oui! Amour is wonderfully tragic, n'est pas? To die in a lover's arms is the best form of death. To suffer love is to live fully.

Italy: The idea of love. Such a wonderful, passionate thing. It fires the blood, si? Makes you strong. Makes you Romeo wooing your beautiful Juliet. Ah, the chase. How I love the chase.

Japan: Love is. It's a moment of true happiness that lasts a lifetime. It's realizing you are valuable and valued by someone. It's accepting who you are, completely, while being accepted completely by someone else. It is.

Spain: Love is fire. Love is passion. Love is in the eyes of a beautiful woman, in the heat of the sun during a siesta, in the beat of a flamenco dance. It is a drug you can never get enough of.

Well, this isn't good.

I'm starting to suspect I've caught whatever nastiness Wolf had. This is NOT a good time! I was out less then three weeks ago due to exhaustion. Only missed an hour and a half by the end of the week, but still!

Kicker is, I _can't_ go home until Wolf gets off, which locks me here until 4:30 no matter what. And that's presuming he gets the message and comes right up. Which only leaves two hours, but it's two hours without backup if I have to dash to the ladies room. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

I've taken something, we'll see if it cooperates. Good thing I didn't bring spaghetti. Blech. I'll buy a sandwich and fries downstairs. mmmmmm. Seasoned waffle fries. I love those things.

*suddenly feeling very tired*

I want a nap.

Edit: Timestamp, 1346 MST

Yep. I've got it. My stomach is trying to knot itself while at the same time blow bubbles. Lovely image, ni? The pills seem to be holding their own. I've made arrangements for emergency phone coverage with the new sup. I really want to just go home, but Wolf won't be off for another...hour.forty-five and won't be home for another two, two.fifteen. Bleck.

Too bad there's not a burping contest going on.