Quit while your a head.
It is currently 4:48 in the morning. I got home from my F/X meeting at about 3:30. I made my first head cast tonight. It wasn't that bad for my first try, though I have thought of some ways I may do better on my later attempts.

I'm tired.

I woke up yesterday morning at 8:00 in order to take my ferret, Elric, to the vet for surgery. He made it through ok, but the tumor they had to rumove was much larger than the vet was used to seeing. They sent it off to be analyzed. I have to be in Marrero at 6:30 this morning for the annual Big Easy Brewoff, and I have not slept. Yippie fucking skippy. I will sleep well tonight...and have beer fermenting. What more could a simple space monkey like me ask for.

On a brighter side, I'm being attacked by grossly enlarged glands. I have had one on my neck since I was about 13 or 14, and a couple of months ago I discovered another one there. This made me nervous so I visited the doctor. They ran my blood and CAT scanned me and all that fluffy goodness, and the results were fine. Just need them to be drained or removed or whatever. However, now the glands in my arm pits seem to be slightly swolen. What the fuck is that about? All I can say is that it better not be cancer or some fucked up terminal illness. I just started getting back on track in life.