Score is spelled Grimeca...

Waiting for the bus. Mass transit demands suppression of the self.

What's the protocol for having ex's as FB friends? They keep coming out of the woodwork.

Tired of working so freakin' hard. I feel like I've got five jobs. Nothing a fine ale won't cure.

We're headin' out on foot with Little Baby for some sun, a haircut, and groceries, then I'll be hitting SignalFest tonight.

Signalfest rocked, though it was equal parts genius, crap, and stark naked emperor.

Getting ready for a Morini ride home to see my Bacquenzie and LittleBaby (tm).

In an absurdly long line at CH courthouse. Speeding tix blow.

Suill in the line of doom. Suhux!

Oh yes. Still in line.

STILL in line. Hour and a half. Feels like freakin Disneyland.

Back at work after ticket fest, and yes, Alli Cooke, it's a pollen-o-rama today.

Up again at 4:00, like stinkin' clockwork.

Trying to get psyched up for the Tour de Dan home to Carrboro in this crazy heat with that colossal freakin' hill. Yikes.

Allie Cooke Can I pay extra and get the swine flu?

They've just announced state-ordered furloughs for all state employees. Time to bust out the tent?

I need a lobotomy and some tights.

Allie Cooke The Kiss bit left me speechless. I couldn't have dreamed up that crazy shit in a million years.

Still working my second of seventeen jobs. FML Hey, at least I have a colossal ale next to me.

What the hell is going on in Iran, and why isn't it on the news anymore?