My lap is hot.

I feel kind of sick. We were supposed to go to a little fair tonight out at venture mall, but apparently they shut down sometime this week. That sucked. So instead we went to C's favorite little sushi restaurant, LGG yelled the whole time and kept trying to eat the chopsticks, and the water tasted a little like urine. Now we're home and C has been sucked into Viva Pinata. I have BT to thank for this. I may as well be a single father these days. As long as it keeps her happy though I won't really bitch too much. It gives me some time to be all self indulgent and write here. It gives me time to pretend anyone actually reads these things. 

So apparently I have sporadic tissue inflammation in my back. I've taken pain killers, cortisteroids, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxers. The only thing that's worked so far? Whisky. So who wants to contribute to the "Let's buy WG two bottles of Ezra Brooks a week and worry about his liver later!" fund? I'll have a pay pal link up here shortly.

In totally unrelated news, I don't think I'm gonna vote this year. This shit is getting to be too much for even my cynical ass to handle.