Why I do not collect Baccarat

Illin' has mostly gone away, except for a few holdout snot clots in the Sinus Triangle. Can walk, breathe, etc. without passing out. No longer greet the day with 40-minute cancerous hack. Can nearly taste food. Yay.

Last night I dropped a jar of spaghetti sauce in the driveway. While I don't recommend that you do this, if you're a fan of small explosions and glass shrapnel, it's kind of cool. And of course it leaves a giant pool of gore on the cement. Sadly, tonight's dinner plans are fuxored.

(no subject)

Whoah. Bialosky repro bear, mint with tag. Five bucks at the place that used to repair lawn mowers. Huh, and indeed, za.