Home sick...

I had... something... last night food-wise that didn't agree with me. This leaves a wide variety of items as my body gradually begins to reject EVERY SINGLE THING I eat. Ah well, that's a whole other rant.

As a random aside, here's a website called The Chronicles of George. If you've ever worked as a PC technician who has to pick up tickets from a queue created by a help desk, you probably will be able to relate to this. For examples of what this poor soul has to suffer through, just click on "Jump To Page 1" and start reading the tickets George has so kindly filled out for him. Then weep for him.

Tattoo...

So I was considering what to get myself for my birthday, since that isn't all that far away. Yeah, I know what I really want: I want a panther tattoo, on my upper arm or shoulder. I've known this for a while now. I can get one as soon as I answer two questions: Where shall I get it done at, and what should it look like?

Bleah. Since I can't decide these two things (I've scoured the net for designs to go with and haven't found any that really appeal to me) I guess I'll give myself a dinner at Red Lobster or something.

Where do cornwuffs go to vacation?

I suppose only Aureth can answer that... but my suspicion is that deep down, in his secret heart of hearts, that he really wants to go to the Mitchell Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota.