I went to the Rainbow

and it made me miss the Harkies.

Y'know, kinda.

One of them (though I don't know if she ever actually lived in Harkness) once told me, from her bicycle, to "watch out for rainbows".



While at Rainbow, I got pretty sick. Maybe that's what she meant.







A special thanks to Kat, who may never read this.

At 11:11 on 11/11

I put 11:11 on my mp3 player.

Not a big thing, but since it wasn't really intentional I thought it was kind of a funny happenstance.




Also, it's a really great album.

I have the blood

of a poorly-slaughtered chicken on my leg.

I don't feel very good about it.