Happy birthday, Mom…
I’ve slept. My little bug seems to have disappeared. I feel much better physically and slightly better psychologically. Be relieved; this might have been a really unpleasant journal entry otherwise…
I’m pissed off that (again) I’m not at the North Carolina State Fair this week. Everybody seems to be going, even my friend Rae, who lives in Chicago ferchrissakes. I want barbecue and hamburgers served by little old Methodist ladies in hairnets, dammit…
I’m also pissed that they finally tore down Anton LaVey’s house, and I never once went by to look at it and take pictures…
While I’m at it, I’m nervous that I’m starting work on my first website in a language I don’t speak. I’m also pleased to announce that The Hyaena is now one of us cool kids with his own domain…