I feel like shit. Like Spangler said at the end of Ghostbusters, I feel like the bottom of a taxi cab.
But I shall press onward . . . I managed to get some laundry done last night, finally. And I drank copious amounts of Cherry Coke.
Talked to Cryptess on ICQ last night. Our first real time conversation since I left Seattle. She has sung in an opera thing.
Also last night, I spent a lot of time plotting the trip Trisa and I are taking to Los Angle-lease on Wednesday. It can't possibly go as bad as last time.
I have class to-day . . . But first I will have coffee.
"Now where am I?"-Ryoga Hibiki