Plots and Twists

Sorry to be gone most of the day. Things are up around here.
Alex got an urge to revisit the Wallace case, which I was intially quite against. The cast comes off tomorrow, and I was really hoping to not hear from that sicko again. Like a fungus, though, you can't seem to get rid of her. If it bothers Bobby, it bothers Alex, and if it bothers Alex, I'm in, I suppose.

Yesterday, Alex decided to snatch the file out from under Bobby, in order to make me look at it, to give it a "fresh perspective." This also meant I had to help her distract him so she could grab it. I tried a bunch of things, including getting him to go to Wang's with me, blaring Panic! At the Disco, and other minor stuff, but in the end I had to use my secret weapon, which was to have a long drink of Diet Coke. Twenty minutes later, when I turned white, started shaking and fell out of my chair, that did the trick. Nothing like having a severe, sudden allergic reaction to draw someone's attention.

I don't think Alex was quite expecting it either, even though I warned her. However, she did manage to swipe the file out of that ratty thing he keeps it in, copy it, and get away clean. Since we've gotten home, I've spent the rest of the time reviewing it and I'm not done yet. I'm still plodding, and this damn headache doesn't help. I don't know how much is residual reaction to the aspartame and how much is Nicole.