I was too tired and drained to go to Tamageddeon. I am lame.

People want to blurt out their secrets and have somebody, anybody, know what they are - but also, to never ever mention them, or even to allude to knowing they exist. I don't know why, maybe it's some sort of embarassment issue.

I've been exchanging a lot of mail with my sister lately. It's been real hard mail to write. Still don't know whether to post what I've written or not; it's pretty emotionally raw.

I think I'll go to sleep now, so I can wake up reasonably early and go to Dittmer's to get sausage for weezyl's farewell send-off bbq.