Do weekends get any worse than this one?
Not much, no, I don't think so.
Well, yeah, I guess they do, but not in recent memory.
My throat is slowly recovering, at least.
I ate 44 cough drops today.
They caught the fucking bear that killed my second cousin. Poor stupid creature. I wish everyone involved, human and bear alike, was unharmed.
Tonight I also ate several soft shell crabs, part of a duck, three eggs, ten to fifteen handfuls of cereal, and a box of Chessmen cookies.