Shooting down the walls of heartache...bang, bang...I am the warrior.

I love the Big 80s radio station--it gives me an example a day of why I should always remain humble (#1 I still know ALL the words to Young MC's Bust A Move). Cool kids don't *do* 80s Hip Hop unless they're being ironic, and irony has nothing to do with my appreciation for Tone Loc.

I have the flu or West Nile Virus. I blame it all on scarbelly. He breeds viruses in his bathtub lab and spreads them out of sheer ill will (or he's on a mission from god). I breathe on you Matt...*cough cough* Pthbt.
He, of course, is all sorts of healthy while I sit here achy and breaky. It's a bloody unfair world.

I may get to take an RV to Burning Man. This is exciting, but the offer comes from someone who's barely an acquaintance. We'll see what happens. If it does come through, I may tattoo my magnificent benefactor's name on my ass in tribute. Rock out with your cock out Joe!

I bought the Garden State Soundtrack today and a co-worker burned the new Gary Jules CD for me. They make me happy. I would be happier if the movie came to town, but it's not in the cards. Apparently there's no culture for the sticks.

I'm tired. And sleepy.