We went to both Barnes & Noble and Borders last night and I couldn’t find a book I wanted to buy.

I just don’t even feel like I’m here right now.

Something absolutely reeks in my bedroom, and I can’t find what it is.

At least Squee is working.

Long post.

‘Boys Next Door’ is a comedy with deft touches, St. Petersburg Times

Last night while surfing EMusic I found a cover of Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London” by Adam Sandler.

The world is a strange, strange place.

The cancer has spread all throughout R.’s stomach. He can no longer eat at all.

They probably aren’t even going to let him come home with Hospice.

And later today I have to go be funny.

Edit netgoth is posting more details on her journal. If you don’t read it and want to know what’s going on keep looking over there.