Things suck again.
I won't be going to the Iron Hill Media fest this weekend; too much crap to do.
Somebody -- won't say who -- sucked down way too much of a really nice bottle of whisky -- won't say which -- without even noticing how nice it was. Cretin.
Maud's away overnight, getting 'the dog operation' at the vet.
There are still no bars within walking distance of my house.
It's raining. Again.
There is no brewpub in Newtown. But there is an Applebee's. Jesus wept.
Pennsylvania is finally non-smoking in bars, but there are way too many loopholes.
The PLCB still runs all booze in Pennsylvania, despite my best efforts.
Pollen hates me and wants to make me sick.
My computer's back, but I'm going to spend all day re-loading shite on it (You were right, Amy, damn you!), a process that's taking so long I'm here pissing and moaning.
I need a new phone, and no phone on the market has everything I want...and I don't really want that much.
I fell off Weight Watchers, and can't summon the will to go back. My problem, I know.
One good thing: Maud comes home in half an hour. Which will probably make the other things recede a bit. I miss my little dog.