continued unwellness

Sneezes. Ears. Sinus = Satan. Anyway… Did Charles Meeker’s birthday party this weekend, which was really fun for being folks I haven’t seen since high school, various politicos, and otherness. Open bar = extra fun. If only I could have had true Foos challenegers instead of the random children that came to the bar for the shindig. As if anyone can challenge my Foos skillery.
Also buying tires is evil. Very much so. I challenge the reliance on the evil Tire industry. Flying cars?! Come on already.
Lent Megan and Jeremy a hand in moving also, and had fun hanging out with the Waugh/Shaner crew all together. Finally some people who finished HBP that I can rant too. Probably scared them with my cross reference-no breathing-theory argue technique. But that scares most of the sane types. Lightweights.
Lots of fun reaction on the Nicholl letter, including fun paranoid ramblings from shadowy types, which are always welcome, rest assured. Ms. Burroughs (http://www.patriciaburroughs.com/) suggested I send a note to Mr. Beal, but all is well. I shall brooze and THEN frame this, the first of many.
Existance continues. Over and out.