September 25th, 2005


Sick, sick, sick...

I have crud. I have crud in my nose, and in my sinuses. I have crud down the back of my throat. I have crud in my ears, and in my eyes. I have crud in my lungs.

I have crud.

Someone shoot me now.

I also have a clever, clever idea to get around having to buy another stupid pdf compiler that I REALLY hope works.

I also have SO many emails and such to get back to. Gah. Won't happen today.