| May 2nd, 2005
 took a
marvelous vacation these past few weeks, allowing me to become
rested enough to loathe the very following week after my
much-deserved vacation. It was such a horrid week, I found myself
not even realizing I'd taken a vacation the week before.
Thusly, not only did it cancel
out my vacation, it made me more sour than I was before I took the
vacation in the first place. Dastardly.
Fortunately, I did get
a lesson in cowbell with the help of Blue Oyster Cult and
Christopher Walken. That made things better.
As a brief, unheard-of footnote,
I must ask:
Raciel! Where the hell are you hiding? I cannot add comments
to your journal anymore, and that makes me sad.
You don't tug on Superman's cape.
You don't spit into the wind. You don't pull the mask off the ol'
Lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with Jim!
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