"Do you throw the testicles at the poor, or do you sell them to the Greeks?" - Beat Kids

Oh, sick. Sick sick sick. Stupid cold: I blame Rachel. Although it's not entirely Rachel's fault because my back, which has been giving me trouble since Nuit Blanche, is also all fucked up. So basically I am doing nothing with myself besides sitting on the couch and watching Lord of the Rings special features. Thank goodness I don't have goals.

One thing I did manage to do that was fun, though, was start aging my costume. I went at it with steel wool and sandpaper and scrubbed it in cat litter. And then I buried it. I fucking buried it! How cool is that. It's out in the garden right now. I'll dig it up on Thursday. And then drag it behind my bike.

Last night, unable to do anything else, I watched the entire second season of Wonder Showzen. C'est magnifique, ca. It's really too bad they don't make that show any more because it's the closest the MTV empire ever got to creating legitimate art.

Waaaaaahhhhhh. I hate feeling like this. Gonna go make tea and have peanut butter.