...In Which Anthony Sneezes a Lot...

I think I'm coming down with a cold. Suck. This is piss poor timing for the sickness to hit, but considering that we haven't lit the heater yet, and it's been in the cold numbers for the LA area, I'm not surprised. Stupid single space heater. Stupid showers when cold dead tired. Stupid cold dead tired.

Far too much going on at work right now. I'm finally getting my shit together, and now getting a metaphysical kick in the gonads. Whee. I have incurred the wrath of the Great Frontman in the Sky. Or something.

Wore a turban to bed last night to get heat. Scared the crap out of grandma when I got up this morning. She though the Taliban had arrived in Compton (as if).

Worked late last night, probably going to work late again tonight. Get up ass early on Friday, and drive out to Adelanto to take pictures.

If I crash my car again, I'm just going to go play in traffic. Pray for dry, calm weather.

I have a liter of Mountain Dew and a four-pack of twinkies on my desk. This should indicate my frame of mind.