The Mountain was here today, but left a few minutes ago to return to Ann Arbor. (He has a paying gig at a church there, which is hilarious given that he in an atheist.) My parents are entertaining their awful friends Vapid and Vapid's Husband this evening; over dinner, they were talking about our upcoming trip to Texas (which I am dreading) and all of a sudden they all started bashing the Alamo. Who the fuck rips on the Alamo? It's the Alamo! You know, "Remember the Alamo"?! Great Caesar's ghost, what could be more un-American? Are they going to start making fun of George Washington's teeth next? I have no idea what the fuck they were thinking.

How exactly do sneezes cause shooting pains in the shoulders? This is fucked up.

Today's been a really whiny day. I'm sorry about that.

Tomorrow, Sardine! Woo hoo!