Glendora

Meeeeeeeeh. Hung over has turned into down and out. I'm sick. Sweats, sore throat, runny orifices, the whole bit. I woke up last night and put on a bunch of clothes cuz I was freezing, then preceded to sweat my ass off. This morning I feel better than last night and I'm currently overdosing on vitamin C, so let's hope I can bust this thing out. I have a job interview(s) coming up.

Speaking of, I need to find a public library so I can print out my application for Department of Defense security clearance. Not Top Secret, mind you, but Secret is still pretty cool. I wonder if I'll get a card. Next time I get carded for a big scary rated R movie, I'll flash that bitch in their faces.

Last night I had a dream right out of some Quentin Tarantino film, if he had a bicycle obsession and had just watched a documentary on LARPing. I busted into a hotel room filled with three pudgy, pasty fantasy-type geeks and proceeded to interrogate and terrorize them with my mini U-lock. I have nothing against LARPing or geeks of any type, just for the record. But you can take my word for it, they had it comin'.

I'm going to get ready for the day, before my virus decides to come back for round two and knock me out on the couch.

Adios.

- David