Little darlin, it's been a long cold lonely winter

Bleh. I feel terribly ick. SRSLY. My whole body aches. I have a splitting headache. Passing cars make me dizzy. I'm well on my way to maxing out on the pain killers for the day. Not that that would stop me if I remain feeling shitty. I'm not going to suffer for my art. I have no art for which to suffer. Guhn.

Today's April Fool's Day. As you may well know. I called my parents and had them going for a few minutes that I'd spent all my savings yesterday on a used Vespa I found on Craigslist. Mum was in a state of shock. Asking if I'd ridden it yet or bought a helmet and did I know what the insurance would cost. Dad was yelling things that can't be said on television. It was hi-LAR-ious. When I told them that it was a funny joke Dad tried to get Mum to hang up on me since that sort of thing is just not nice to do to people. I think I'll post I've heard a rumor over on the least happening and oft-times most humorless corner of the Interwebs that there's going to be a summer tour and that Donnie's decided he doesn't want to play with Dylan anymore. I love any holiday observance that encourages me to stay on the couch.

Ever watch Top Design or Project Runway or those shows? They're weirdly addictive. Everyone is so damn evil. And gay. The gay is beyond previously charted levels of gay. I've seen straighter drag shows.

I have a story I should be working on. But if I try to write now I'd probably just have everyone commit seppuku and put everyone out of our misery.

Returns to watching Top Design and participating in lame April Fools Jokes.