I am all sunburnt from walking around at the biker rally today. I saw more old fat biker chick titty than I should ever see in 10 lifetimes. Sweet jesus the pudge. it was like a furry con, except not as pasty and with fewer fursuits. I feel proud though, for walking past 76 beer vendors without drinking a drop. I think I was afraid of my standards lowering and my ability to run being dampened. I'll go back tomorrow and maybe buy something. We'll see, since I have to get up at 7 tomorrow to go help someone move.
And I had a nice long conversation with Sparkles. It's nice to have long AIM conversations every blue moon, if not more often.