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Feeling better. It gets better until I fall asleep, then it all goes to hell.

Apparently these nasty as fuck storms are coming in later tonight and tomorrow. Which is not all that cool, because I need to head out downtown soon. Meh. I keep saying I'll buy an umbrella, but then I realize how ridiculous I'd look with one, so I never do it. Just water.

The fuck is everyone? Seems like people are vanishing lately. I'm not good with things like that. Especially these days, when I'm all happy and peppy and bursting with love or some shit. I keep wondering why that is. Is it me, or what? Never have been a fan of revolving doors, either.

"Rio Bravo" is on. This was, like, my all time favorite movie when I was six or so, and I really don't remember if I've seen it since gradeschool. Awesome flick, although Angie Dickinson doesn't click with anyone in it. It's sad, though; she's the only one left. John Wayne's gone, Walter Brennan's gone, Dean Martin's gone, Ricky Nelson's gone (but I'm less worried about him, because seriously, dumbass was freebasing in a plane). Just is kinda strange, I guess, but not really. But what a good movie.

Tried writing, but it isn't as fun when you're sick. I find I get both stupid and inarticulate when I'm sick, which these blogs might show; I clean up the more embarrassing bits.

And that's all there is, I guess.

Later.