I'm getting sick. I woke up this morning with the sniffles. Then I started sneezing. I had a fever for awhile. Now I'm halfway through an industrial size box of tissues. Dammit!!

I will suffer, but I will not suffer silently. And please, no comments about me bitching. This is my journal and I can write whatever the hell I want.

Droop emailed me awhile back. He's not dead like we previously thought. He's living in Misery. It took him long enough to get in touch with me. Bastard.

Here's a picture of him and I at Fry St. Fair a few years ago. He looks like a bastard, doesn't he?